Margaritaville with with the lost verse

Intro: Nibblin' on sponge cake, Watchin' the sun bake All of you parrotheads covered with oil, Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing— Smell those shrimp, hey, they're beginnin' to boil. (Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble) Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searching for my lost shaker of salt. (Salt! Salt! Salt!) Some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know this is somebody's fault. I don't know the reason I stayed here all season With nothin' to show but that brand new tattoo, But it's a real beauty I think she might be a mexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue. Chorus Instrumental - Old men in tank tops Cruising the gift shops, Checkin' out chiquitas down by the shore. They dream about weight loss, Wish they could be their own boss Those three day vacations become such a bore/ Chorus I blew out my flip-flop, Stepped on a pop-top, I broke my leg twice, had to limp on back home, But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on. (Hang on! Hang on! Hang on!) Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searching for my lost shaker of salt. (Where's the salt? Where's the goddam salt?!) Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know it's my own damn fault . Some people claim that there's a woman to blame. I know It's my own damn fault.