Nibblin' on sponge cake
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Watchin' the sun bake
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All of the tourists covered with oil
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Strummin' my six string
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On my front porch swing
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Smellin' those shrimp, they're beginning to boil
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I'm wastin' away again in Margaritaville
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Lookin' for my lost shaker of 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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I don't know the reason
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I stayed here all season
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With nothing to show but a brand new tattoo
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But she's a real beauty
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A Mexican cutie
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But how it got here, I haven't a clue
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Wooh, here we go
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Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
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Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
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Well, some people claim that there's a woman to blame
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But I know, hey, it's my own damn fault
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Here we go
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Hey bartender, over here
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Uh huh
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Well I, I blew out my flip flop
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Stepped hard on a pop top
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Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home
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But there's booze in the blender, wooh
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And real soon it will render
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That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
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Wastin' away again in Waboritaville
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Lookin' for my lost shaker of 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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Yes, I heard people say that there's a woman to blame
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But I know it's my own damn fault
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It's all my fault
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Yeah
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Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye
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Here we go, baby, wooh
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Come on home, baby, come on home, wooh
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Margaritaville
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Sammy Hagar |