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Livin on sponge cake
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Watchin' the sun bake
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All of the tourists covered with oil
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Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing
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Smell those shrimp, hey they're beginnin' to boil
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Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble
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Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
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Searchin' for my long lost shaker of salt
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Salt, salt, salt
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
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And I know this is somebody's fault
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I don't know the reason
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Stayed here all season
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With nothing to show but that brand new tattoo
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But it's a real beauty
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A Mexican cutie
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and how it got here
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I haven't got a clue
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Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
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Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
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Salt, salt, salt
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
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but I know, it could be my fault
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Solo over 1
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I blew out my flip flop
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Stepped on a pop top
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cut my heel had to cruise on back home
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But there's booze in the blender
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And soon it will render
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That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
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Hang on, hang on, hang on
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Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
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Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
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Salt, salt, salt
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
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But I know it's my own damn fault
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
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And I know it's my own damn fault
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