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Nibblin on sponge cake Watchin the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin my six-string On my front porch swing Smell those shrimp theyre beginnin to boil Chorus: Wastin away again in margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that theres a woman to blame But I know its nobodys fault I dont know the reason I stayed here all season Nothin to show but this brand new tattoo But its a real beauty A mexican cutie How it got here I havent a clue Chorus: Wastin away again in margaritaville Searchin for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that theres 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 heel had to cruise on back home But theres booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on Wastin away again in margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that theres a woman to blame But I know its my own damn fault Yes and some people claim that theres a woman to blame And I know its my own damn fault

The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow, An' so am I. Work day passes like molasses in wintertime, But it's July. I'm gettin' paid by the hour, an' older by the minute. My boss just pushed me over the limit. I'd like to call him somethin', I think I'll just call it a day. Pour me somethin' tall an' strong, Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane. It's only half-past twelve but I don't care. It's five o'clock somewhere. Oh, this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon, An' half the night. Tomorrow mornin', I know there'll be hell to pay, Hey, but that's all right. I ain't had a day off now in over a year. Our Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here. Hit the 'phones for me, You can tell 'em I just sailed away. An' pour me somethin' tall an' strong, Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane. It's only half-past twelve but I don't care. It's five o'clock somewhere. I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab, An' be back to work before two. At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder, What would Jimmy Buffet do? Funny you should ask that because I'd say: Pour me somethin' tall an' strong, Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane. It's only half-past twelve but I don't care. Pour me somethin' tall an' strong, Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane. It's only half-past twelve but I don't care. He don't care. I don't care. It's five o'clock somewhere. What time zone am on? What country am I in? It doesn't matter, it's five o'clock somewhere. It's always on five in Margaritaville, come to think of it. Yeah, I heard that. You been there haven't you. Yessir. I seen your boat there. I've been to Margaritaville a few times. All right, that's good. Stumbled all the way back. OK. Just wanna make sure you can keep it between the navigational beacons. Between the buoys, I tell you. All right. Well, it's five o'clock. Let's go somewhere. I'm ready, crank it up. Let's get out of here. I'm gone. Let's get out of here.