C Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake G All of those tourists covered with oil, Strummin' my six-string on my front porch swing— C Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil. F G C G Wasted away again in Margaritaville, F G C G Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. F G C G F Some people claim that there's a woman to blame G C But I know it's nobody's fault. C I don't know the reason I stayed here all season, G Nothin' to show but this brand new tatoo, But it's a real beautie, a Mexican cutie. C But how it got here I haven't a clue. (CHORUS) C I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top, G Cut my heel had to cruise on back home, But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render C That frozen concoction that helps me hang on. (CHORUS) TAG: F G C G F Some people say that there's a woman to blame G C But I know it's my own damn fault.