F F F F G G G G C C C C C C C C C
C
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
G
All of those tourists covered with oil.
G
Strummin' my FOUR string,
on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp,
C C7
they're beginnin' to boil.
F G
wasted a -way again
C C7
in Marga-ritaville,
F
searchin' for my
G C C7
lost shaker of salt.
F G
some people claim
C G F
that there's a wo-man to blame,
G F C C C C C C C C C
but I know it's nobody's fault.
C
Don't know the reason,
stayed here all season
with nothing to show
G
but this brand new tat -too.
but it's a real beauty,
G
a Mexican cutie,
how it got here
C C7
I haven't a clue.
F G
wasted a -way again
C C7
in Marga-ritaville,
F
searchin' for my
G C C7
lost shaker of salt.
F G
some people claim
C G F
that there's a wo-man to blame,
G F C C C C C C C C C
now I think, hell it could be my fault.
C
I blew out my flip flop,
stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel,
G
had to cruise on back home.
G
But there's booze
in the blender,
and soon it will render
C C7
that frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
F G
wasted a -way again
C C7
in Marga-ritaville,
F
searchin' for my
G C C7
lost shaker of salt.
F G
some people claim
C G F
that there's a wo-man to blame,
G F C C C C
but I know, it's my own damn fault.
F G
some people claim
C G F
that there's a wo-man to blame,
G F C C C C
but I know, it's my own damn fault. *
