Margaritaville
Alan Jackson, Jimmy Buffett"Margaritaville" is a song by Alan Jackson, Jimmy Buffett, released in 1999 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:57 long and contains 38 lines and 211 words.
Lyrics
0:11Nibblin' on sponge cake
0:15Watchin the sun bake
0:18All of those tourists covered with oil
0:26Strummin' my six string
0:30On my front porch swing
0:34Smell those shrimps they're beginning to boil
0:42Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
0:49Searching for my last shaker of salt
0:57Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
1:03But I know
1:07It's nobody's fault
1:12I don't know the reason
1:16I stayed here all season
1:20With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
1:28But it's a real beauty
1:32A Mexican cutie
1:36How it got here I haven't a clue
1:44Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
1:51Searching for my last shaker of salt
1:59Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
2:05Now I think
2:08Must be Buffett's fault
2:45I blew out my flip flop
2:49Stepped on a pop top
2:53Broke my legs twice I had to limp on back home
3:00But there's booze in the blender
3:05And soon it will render
3:08That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
3:13Hang on
3:17Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
3:24Searching for my last shaker of salt
3:32Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
3:38But I know
3:41This is all Alan's fault
3:46Isn't
3:47Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
3:54But I know
3:57It's our own d**n fault
Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin' my six string On my front porch swing Smell those shrimps they're beginning to boil Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searching for my last shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know It's nobody's fault I don't know the reason I stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty A Mexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searching for my last shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think Must be Buffett's fault I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top Broke my legs 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 Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searching for my last shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know This is all Alan's fault Isn't Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know It's our own d**n fault
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