Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker
of salt
Some people claim that there's
a woman to blame
And I know this is usually
some woman's fault
I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
With nothin' to show but this
brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
Oh those Atlanta cuties
Over the years well I have
met me a few
"And they've been so good
to me."
Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker
of salt
Some people claim that there's
a woman to blame
Now you really think I'm gonna
admit this is my fault
Ha
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
Soon it will render
That frozen concoction that
helps me hang on
(hang on, hang on, hang on)
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
(yes I am, yes I am)
Searching for my lost shaker
of salt
Some people claim that there's
a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn
fault
"Let's admit it boys"
Yes, some people claim that
there's a woman to blame
There always is and I know
It's my own damn fault
My damn fault
"It's my fault alright."
"I'd like to take you back to the beginnings when I first heard this song. This is what got me out of Mobile, Alabama. Thank you Harry Belafonte. I hope you like what we've done to your song. Here we go."h
Marco Giunco |
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