Nibblin' on sponge cake
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Watchin' the sun bake
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All of you parrotheads covered with oil
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(and feathers and signs and fins)
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Strummin' my six-string
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On my front porch swing
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Smell those shrimp, hey they're beginnin' to boil
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(Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble)
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Chorus:
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Wasted away again in Margaritaville
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Searching for my lost shaker of salt
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(Salt! Salt! Salt!)
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
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And I know this is somebody's fault
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I don't know the reason
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I stayed here all season
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With nothin' to show but that brand new tattoo
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(Hell yes it hurts!)
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But it's a real beauty
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Oh, I think she might be a Nantucket cutie
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Or maybe she's from the Vineyard, I haven't got a clue
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Chorus:
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Wasted away again in Margaritaville
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Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
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(Salt! Salt! Salt!)
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
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(I agree with that)
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And I know, it's all you women's fault
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Coming soon!
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Old men in tanktops
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Cruising the giftshops
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(It's the lost verse!)
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Checkin' out Chiquitas down by the shore
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(I found her! I found her!)
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They dream about weightloss
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Wish they could be their own boss
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Those three day vacations become such a bore
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I blew out my flip-flop
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Stepped on a pop-top
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I broke my leg twice I had to limp on back home
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But there's booze in the blender
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And soon it will render
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That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
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(Hang on! Hang on! Hang on!)
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Wasted away again in Margaritaville
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(That's where this ship is headed)
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Searching for my lost shaker of salt
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(Salt! Salt! Salt!)
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
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But I know it's my own damn fault
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(That's what the therapist said)
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
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There always is and I know
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It's my own damn fault
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Margaritaville Live (Lost Verse Included)
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| Jimmy Buffett |
