Intro: D Dsus2 D G A
D
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
Watchin' the sun bake
A
All of you parrotheads covered with oil,
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing—
D
Smell those shrimp, hey, they're beginnin' to boil. (Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble)
G A D
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
G A D
Searching for my lost shaker of salt. (Salt! Salt! Salt!)
G A D A G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
D
And I know this is somebody's fault.
D
I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
A
With nothin' to show but that brand new tattoo,
But it's a real beauty
I think she might be a mexican cutie
D
How it got here I haven't a clue.
Chorus
Instrumental - D A G A D A G A D
D
Old men in tank tops
Cruising the gift shops,
A
Checkin' out chiquitas down by the shore.
They dream about weight loss,
Wish they could be their own boss
D
Those three day vacations become such a bore/
Chorus
D
I blew out my flip-flop,
Stepped on a pop-top,
A
I broke my leg twice, had to limp on back home,
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
D
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on. (Hang on! Hang on! Hang on!)
G A D
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
G A D
Searching for my lost shaker of salt. (Where's the salt? Where's the goddam salt?!)
G D A G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
D
But I know it's my own damn fault .
G A D A G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
D
I know It's my own damn fault.