Lyrics

Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of you para-heads covered with oil Strummin' my sixstringon my frontporch swing Smell those shrimp They're beginnin' toboil Lobsters, sorry! Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shakerofsalt Somepeople claim thatthere's a womanto blame But I know this is all Henley's fault Don't know the reason Stayed here all season With nothing to show but a brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty I bet she was a Nantucket cutie, I bet she was a bin-yad I haven't a clue Wasted away again in Margaritaville, I bet that's where you are! Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know, this could be my fault. Maybe! I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top Cut my heel, had to limp on back home But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction, it helps me hang on Hang on, Hang on, Hang On Wasted away again in Margaritaville (yes I am, yes I am) 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 Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know it's my own damn fault Yes it is, it's my own damn fault! Thank you, it's my fault What a great audience to have all this enthusiasm!