Watching the sun bake all of those tourists covered with awe. Close it. Strumming my six train on my front porch. Way smell of shrimp ever again at a bar. Wasting away again in Margarita. Searching for my lost sugar. Song some people claim that there's a wall but I know nobody's fault don't know the reason stayed here all season. Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty. 

I'm Mexican. Cutie how I got. Here? I haven't a clue. Wasted away again in Margarita searching for my lost shaker. Thought some people claim that there they won't play now I think Ellie could be my mommy stepped on a pop top cut my heel. Had to cruise on back home. But there's booze in the blender and soon it will render that frozen concoction that helps me hang on wasting away again. 

In Margaritaville, searching for my Shaker song? Some people claim that there they won't blame. But I know it's my own damn fault. It's that some people claim that there's a woman to blame. And I know it's my own downfall. .