Intro: D--G--A--D
v.1
^DNibblin' on spongecake, watchin' the sun bake
^DAll of those tourists covered with ^Aoil
^AStrummin' my six-string, on my front porch swing
^ASmell those shrimp? They're beginnin' to ^Dboil

Chorus:
^GWastin' a^Away again in Marga^Dritaville^D7
GSearchin' for my ^Alost shaker of ^Dsalt^D7
GSome people ^Aclaim that there's a ^Dwo^Aman to ^Gblame
But I ^Aknow [think] that it's nobody's [could be my] [my own damned] ^Dfault

v.2
I don't know the reason I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tatoo
But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue

Rpt. Ch.
Instr. Brk.

v.3
I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Rpt. Ch.

Yes, and, some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's my own damn fault..