Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake;

All of those tourists covered with oil.

Strummin' my si string on my front porch swing.

Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil.

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville,

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

But I know it's nobody's fault.

Don't know the reason, I stayed here all season

nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.

But it's a real beauty,

A Me ican cutie, how it got here

I haven't a clue.

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville,

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that

there's a woman to blame,

Now I think,

hell it could be my fault.

I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top,

Cut my heel had to cruise on back home.

But there's booze in the blender,

And soon it will render

That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville,

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that

there's a woman to blame,

But I know, it's my own damn fault.