looking for my lost shakere of salt...
Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil

I know the reason I stayed here all season
Nothin' 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

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
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