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Nibblin' on sponge cake, watching the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strumming my six-string on my front porch swing Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching 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 Mexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching 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 Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching 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 Yes and, some people claim that there's a woman to blame, and I know It's my own damn fault From Letras Mania