[Intro]
   


[Verse 1]

Nibbling on sp

onge cake
Watching the sun bake
              
All of those t

              
ourists covere

       
d in oil
Strumming my six-string
On my front porch swing
              
Smell those sh

              
rimp, they're 

              
beginning to b

   
oil


[Chorus]
            
Wasting away a

             
gain in Margar

itaville
           
    Searching 

             
for my lost sh

          
aker of salt
           
    Some peopl

             
e claim that t

            
here's a woman

       
 to blame
             
But I know it'

              
s nobody's fau


lt


[Bridge]
   
    

[Verse 2]

 I blew out my

 flip-flop
Stepped on a pop top
              
Cut my heel, h

              
ad to cruise o

       
n back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
              
That frozen co

              
ncoction that 

              
helps me hang 

  
on


[Chorus]
            
 Wasting away 

              
again in Marga


ritaville
           
    Searching 

             
for my lost sh

          
aker of salt
           
    Some peopl

             
e claim that t

            
here's a woman

       
 to blame
             
But I know... 

              
 It's five O'c

   
lock somewhere


[Intro]
   

[Verse 2]
          
     Well this

              
 lunch break i

             
s gonna take a

             
ll afternoon a

             
nd half the ni

   
ght
             
Tomorrow morni

             
ng I know ther

             
e'll be hell t

             
o pay, hey, bu

             
t that's all r

    
ight
             
I ain't had a 

              
day off now in

 
 over a year
             
My Jamaican va

              
cation's gonna

 
 start right h

ere
             
If the phone's

              
 for me, you c

             
an tell 'em I 

             
just sailed aw

ay


[Chorus]
             
And Pour me so

        
methin' tall a

nd strong
             
Make it a Hurr

              
icane before I


 go insane
             
It's only half

             
 past twelve, 

              
but I don't ca

  
re
              
It's five o'cl

    
ock somewhere


[Solo]
   
 


[Interlude]
        
 I could pay o

ff my tab
             
Pour myself in

              
 a cab and be 

           
back to work b

      
efore two
            
At a moment li

           
ke this, I can

't help but wo

nder
            
  What would J

            
immy Buffett d

o?


[Chorus]
             
I'd say, Pour 

             
me somethin' t

all and strong
             
Make it a Hurr

              
icane before I

 
 go insane
             
It's only half

             
 past twelve b

              
ut I don't car

 
e
             
Pour me someth

    
in' tall and s

trong
             
Make it a Hurr

              
icane before I


 go insane
             
It's only half

             
 past twelve b

              
ut I don't car

 
e
(And I don't care)

[Outro]
              
It's five o'cl

                                  
ock somewhere


[Fade Out]