Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin' my six-string On my front-porch swing Wasting away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt But I know it's nobody's fault Don't know the reason 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 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 But I know it's my own damn fault And I know it's my own damn fault "Smell those shrimp They're beginnin' to boil" "Some people claim That there's a woman blame" "Yes and some