[00:00.15]Nibblin' on sponge cake
[00:19.44]Watchin' the sun bake
[00:25.29]All of those tourists covered in oil
[00:30.72]Strummin' my six-string
[00:34.26]On my front porch swing
[00:37.92]Smell those shrimp hey they're beginnin' to boil
[00:40.32]Wasted away again in Margaritaville
[00:42.09]Searching for my lost shaker of salt
[01:00.06]Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
[01:06.27]But I know it's nobody's fault
[01:15.00]I don't know the reason
[01:18.54]I stayed here all season
[01:22.62]Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
[01:29.70]But it's a real beauty
[01:34.20]A Mexican cutie
[01:35.07]How it got here I haven't a clue
[01:44.79]Wasted away again in Margaritaville
[01:48.15]Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
[01:59.43]Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
[02:09.93]Now I think
[02:22.62]Must be Buffet's fault
[02:43.86]I blew out my flip-flop
[02:47.43]Stepped on a pop-top
[02:51.51]Broke my leg twice I had to limp on back home
[02:58.20]But there's booze in the blender
[03:02.25]And soon it will render
[03:05.79]That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
[03:14.28]Hang on
[03:14.43]Wasted away again in Margaritaville
[03:17.01]Searching for my lost shaker of salt
[03:28.38]Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
[03:34.59]But I know this is all Alan's fault
[03:37.32]Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
[03:45.00]And I know it's our own damn fault

Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered in oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp hey they're beginnin' 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
I don't 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
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Must be Buffet's fault
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Broke my leg 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
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 this is all Alan's fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's our own damn fault