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on sponge cake |
| the bake |
| All of those covered with oil |
| my six-string |
| On my porch swing |
| shrimp they're beginnin' to boil |
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| I don't know the reason |
| I stayed here all season |
| Nothin' to but this brand |
| But a beauty |
| A mexican cutie |
| How it got I haven't a clue |
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| I my flip-flop |
| on a pop-top |
| Cut my had to cruise on back home |
| But there's in the |
| And soon it |
| That frozen concoction that helps me on |
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| Wastin again in Margaritaville |
| Searching for my shaker of salt |
| claim that there's a to blame |
| I know my damn fault |
| Yes and some claim that a woman to |
| And I it's my own damn fault |