12 acessos
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Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake,
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all of those tourists covered in oil,
strummin' my six string, on my front porch swing,
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smell those shrimp, hey, they're beginnin' to boil.
G A D
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville,
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searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
G A D A G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
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but I know, it's nobody's fault.
D
I don't know the reason, I stayed here all season,
A
nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo,
but it's a real beautie, a Mexican cutie,
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how it got here I haven't a clue.
G A D
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville,
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searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
G A D A G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
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now I think, it must be Buffett's fault.
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D
I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top,
A
broke my leg twice, I had to limp on back home,
but there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render
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that frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
G A D
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville,
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searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
G A D A G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
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but I know, this is all Alan's fault.
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Yes, some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
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but I know, it's our own damn fault.