[00:00.00] 作曲 : Buffett
[00:09.00]Nibblin' on sponge cake
[00:14.00]Watching the sun bake
[00:18.00]All of those tourists covered with oil
[00:26.00]Strumming my six-string
[00:29.00]On my front porch swing
[00:33.00]Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil
[00:40.00]Wasted away again in Margaritaville
[00:48.00]Searching for my lost shaker of salt
[00:56.00]Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
[01:03.00]But I know
[01:05.00]It's nobody's fault
[01:11.00]I don't know the reason
[01:15.00]I stayed here all season
[01:19.00]Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
[01:27.00]But it's a real beauty
[01:30.00]A Mexican cutie
[01:34.00]How it got here I haven't a clue
[01:42.00]Wasted away again in Margaritaville
[01:50.00]Searching for my lost shaker of salt
[01:57.00]Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
[02:04.00]Now I think
[02:07.00]Hell, it could be my fault
[02:44.00]I blew out my flip-flop
[02:48.00]Stepped on a pop-top
[02:51.00]Cut my heal had to cruise on back home
[02:59.00]But there's booze in the blender
[03:02.00]And soon it will render
[03:06.00]That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
[03:14.00]Wasted away again in Margaritaville
[03:22.00]Searching for my lost shaker of salt
[03:30.00]Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
[03:36.00]But I know
[03:39.00]It's my own damned fault
[03:44.00]Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
[03:51.00]And I know
[03:55.00]It's my owned damned fault

作曲 : Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watching the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strumming my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost 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
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
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heal 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
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know
It's my own damned fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know
It's my owned damned fault