I Nib blin’ on sponge cake,

I watch in’ the sun bake;

with all of those tour ists this cov ered with oil.

But But Strum min’ my six string

a on my front porch swing.

that Smell those shrimp; coc they’re be gin ning to boil.

Wast in’ a (A)way a gain in Mar ga (D)ri ta ville,

search in’ for my

lost shak er of salt.

Some peo ple claim that there’s a (D)wom

(A)an to blame,

but I know

hell, it’s no bod y’s fault.

I Don’t know the rea son

I stayed here all sea son

with noth ing to show but to brand new tat too.

But there’s it’s a real beau ty,

and Mex i can cu tie;

that how it got coc here I have n’t a clue.

Wast in’ a (A)way a gain in Mar ga (D)ri ta ville,

search in’ for my lost shak er of salt.

Some peo ple claim that there’s a (D)wom (A)an to blame,

now I think,

it’s it could be my fault.

Yes, and

some peo ple claim that there’s a (D)wom (A)an to blame,

and I know

it’s my own damn fault.