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Nibblin' on sponge cake |
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Watchin' the sun bake |
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All of those tourists covered in oil |
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Strummin' my six-string |
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On my front porch swing |
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Smell those shrimp hey they're beginnin' to boil |
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Wasted away again in Margaritaville |
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Searching for my lost shaker of salt |
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame |
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But I know it's nobody's fault |
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I don't know the reason |
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I stayed here all season |
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Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo |
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But it's a real beauty |
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A Mexican cutie |
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How it got here I haven't a clue |
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Wasted away again in Margaritaville |
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Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt |
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame |
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Now I think |
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Must be Buffet's fault |
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I blew out my flip-flop |
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Stepped on a pop-top |
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Broke my leg twice I had to limp 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 |
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Wasted away again in Margaritaville |
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Searching for my lost shaker of salt |
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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 and some people claim that there's a woman to blame |
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And I know it's our own damn fault |
