Alan Jackson - Margaritaville

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 shrimps they're beginning to boil.



Wastin' away again in Margaritaville searching for my last shaker of salt

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know it's nobody's fault.



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

With 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



Wastin' away again in Margaritaville. Searching for my last shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame now I think must be Buffett's fault.



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

Broke my legs twice I had to limp on back home.

But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render

That frozen concoction that helps me hang on hang on



Wastin' away again in Margaritaville searching for my last shaker of salt

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know this is all Alan's fault



Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know it's our own damn fault