Originally in D, I play in D capo 2.
| D |
| Nibblin’ on sponge cake, watchin’ the sun bake |
| A | |
| All of those tourists covered with | oil |
| A7 |
| Strummin’ my six string, on my front porch swing |
| D | D7 | |
| Smell those shrimp they’re beginnin’ to | boil |
| G | A | D | D7 |
| Wastin’ | away again in Margar | itaville |
| G | A | D | D7 |
| Searchin’ for my | lost shaker of | salt |
| G | A | D | A |
| Some people | claim that there’s a | wom | an to |
| G | A | D |
| Blame, but I | know, it’s nobody’s | fault |
| D |
| Don’t know the reason, I stayed here all season |
| A | |
| Nothin’ to show but this brand new tat | too |
| A7 |
| But it’s a real beauty, a Mexican cutie, how it got here |
| D | D7 | |
| I haven’t a | clue |
| G | A | D | D7 |
| Wastin | away again in Margar | itaville |
| G | A | D | D7 |
| Search’in’ for my | lost shaker of | salt |
| G | A | D | A |
| Some people | claim that there’s a | wom | an to |
| G | A | D |
| Blame, now I | think, hell it could be my | fault |
| D |
| I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top |
| A | |
| Cut my heel had to cruise on back | home |
| A7 |
| But there’s booze in the blender, and soon it will render |
| D | D7 | |
| That frozen concoction that helps me hang | on |
| G | A | D | D7 |
| Wastin’ | away again in Margar | itaville |
| G | A | D | D7 |
| Searchin’ for my | lost shaker of | salt |
| G | A | D | A |
| Some people | claim that there’s a | wom | an to |
| G | A | D |
| Blame, but I | know, it’s my own damn | fault |
| D7 | G | A | D | A |
| Yes and | some people | claim that there’s a | wom | an to |
| G | A | D |
| Blame, and I | know, it’s my own damn | fault |
| D | G | A | D |