Letra de Margaritaville (Live) - Jimmy Buffett

Nibblin' on sponge cake

Watchin' the sun bake

All of you parrotheads covered with oil

(and feathers and signs and fins)

Strummin' my six-string

On my front porch swing

Smell those shrimp, hey they're beginnin' to boil

(Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble)

Chorus:

Wasted away again in Margaritaville

Searching for my 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

I stayed here all season

With nothin' 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

Chorus:

Wasted 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 tanktops

Cruising the giftshops

(It's the lost verse!)

Checkin' out Chiquitas down by the shore

(I found her! I found her!)

They dream about weightloss

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!)

Wasted away again in Margaritaville

(That's where this ship is headed)

Searching 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)

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame

There always is and I know

It's my own damn fault

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