Margaritaville (lost verse included) Songtext
von Jimmy Buffett
Margaritaville (lost verse included) Songtext
Are you ready?
Nibblin′ on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of you Parrotheads covered with oil
And feathers, and signs, and pins
Strummin′ my six string on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, hey they're beginnin' to boil
Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble
Wastin′ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin′ for my long lost shaker of salt
Salt, salt, salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know this is somebody′s fault
I don't know the reason
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but that brand new tattoo
Hell yes, it hurts
But it′s a real beauty
Oh, I think she might be a Nantucket cutie
Or maybe she's from the Vineyard
I haven′t got a clue
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Salt, salt, salt
Some people claim that there′s a woman to blame
I agree with that
And I know it′s all you women's fault
Coming soon
Old men in tank tops
Cruisin′ the gift shops
The lost verse
Checkin' out chiquitas down by the shore
I found ′em, I found 'em
They dream about weight loss, oh
Wish they could be their own boss
Those three day vacations become such a bore
I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pop top
I broke my leg twice, I had to limp on back home
But there′s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Hang on, hang on, hang on
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
That's where this ship is headed
Searchin′ for my lost shaker of salt
Salt, salt, salt
Some people claim that there′s a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
That′s what the therapist said, hell
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
They′re always in
And I know it's my own damn fault
Welcome home, everybody
Salt, salt, salt
Lucky we stayed
Thank you all very much
You sure make a, a boy from Mississippi
Feel right at home in Wisconsin
Thank you all
I love my job
Thank you
Thank you again, Parrotheads
Not only for tonight, but 30 years of doing this, uh
I just feel very lucky to be doing it
Here′s a little song to send you on your way
Thank you again, everybody
We love you
Nibblin′ on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of you Parrotheads covered with oil
And feathers, and signs, and pins
Strummin′ my six string on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, hey they're beginnin' to boil
Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble
Wastin′ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin′ for my long lost shaker of salt
Salt, salt, salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know this is somebody′s fault
I don't know the reason
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but that brand new tattoo
Hell yes, it hurts
But it′s a real beauty
Oh, I think she might be a Nantucket cutie
Or maybe she's from the Vineyard
I haven′t got a clue
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Salt, salt, salt
Some people claim that there′s a woman to blame
I agree with that
And I know it′s all you women's fault
Coming soon
Old men in tank tops
Cruisin′ the gift shops
The lost verse
Checkin' out chiquitas down by the shore
I found ′em, I found 'em
They dream about weight loss, oh
Wish they could be their own boss
Those three day vacations become such a bore
I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pop top
I broke my leg twice, I had to limp on back home
But there′s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Hang on, hang on, hang on
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
That's where this ship is headed
Searchin′ for my lost shaker of salt
Salt, salt, salt
Some people claim that there′s a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
That′s what the therapist said, hell
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
They′re always in
And I know it's my own damn fault
Welcome home, everybody
Salt, salt, salt
Lucky we stayed
Thank you all very much
You sure make a, a boy from Mississippi
Feel right at home in Wisconsin
Thank you all
I love my job
Thank you
Thank you again, Parrotheads
Not only for tonight, but 30 years of doing this, uh
I just feel very lucky to be doing it
Here′s a little song to send you on your way
Thank you again, everybody
We love you
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