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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com