Livin' on spongecake, watchin' the sun bake all All of those tourist covered with oil Strummin' my six string, on my front porch swing Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil CHORUS: Wastin' away again in Margarita-ville Searchin' 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 Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beautie, a Mexican cutie But how it got here I haven't a clue CHORUS 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 concotion that helps me hang on BREAK----D CHORUS Some people say that there's a woman to blame But I know it's my own damn fault