by Jimmy Buffett
Alright, let’s all take a little trip down to the islands for a few minutes. You probably know the words to this one—sing along if you feel like it. Here’s Jimmy Buffett’s ‘Margaritaville.’"
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| Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake |
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| All of those tourists covered with | oil |
| Strummin' my six-string on my front porch swing |
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| Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to | boil |
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| I don't know the reason I stayed here all season |
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| Nothin' to show but this brand new | tattoo |
| But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie |
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| How it got here I haven't a clue |
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| I blew out my flip-flop. Stepped on a pop-top |
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| Cut my heel had to cruise on back | home |
| But there's booze in the blender and soon it will render |
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| That frozen concoction that helps me ha | ng on |
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| Yes and some | people claim that the | re' | s a woman | to blame |
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| And | I know it's my own da | mn fault |
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