Nibblin' on spongecake, watchin' the sun bake.
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp their beginnin' to boil.
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Wastin' away again in Marqaritaville,
Searchin' 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.
Got nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo.
It's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie.
How it got here I haven't a clue.
Wastin' away again in Marqaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think, hell it could be fault.
I blew out a flipflop, stepped on a poptop.
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 Marqaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim taht 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.
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