Margaritaville huh? Well Let's get right to it.
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
-Nothing wrong with that, lots of people like sponge cake.
watchin' the sun bake;
-Technically the sun doesn't bake, but I'll just chalk that up to metaphor.
All of those tourists covered with oil.
-Oh that sounds bad, has there been an oil spill?
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
-You sound awfully chipper for someone who witnessed a huge shoreline oil spill.
Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to boil.
-And you're cooking shrimp while you watch?! On a side note, boiling shrimp? In that scenery isn't barbecuing the preferred method? Then again I don't like shrimp, so probably Ignorance on my part.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
-Wait, now you're drunk at a bar? A few lines ago you were on your front porch! Can we have a little consistency, please?
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
-It's either against the wall, or at the center of the table. Not a lot of variation in placement.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
-What, just because there's a massive tanker crash that means a woman driving it? Sexist.
But I know it's nobody's fault.
-What makes you think that? Do you know something about it?
Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
-Eh, some people just hang out for no particular reason. Nothing to feel bad about.
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
-That's good... I guess.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie,
-Sounds nice man, any details?
how it got here
I haven't a clue.
-So no then. How drunk were you?
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
-That gives me a good idea.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
-I already told you. How did you loose it? There is always a designated placement for salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
-Who are these misogynistic assholes saying that? Was a woman steering that boat?
Now I think, - hell it could be my fault.
-What do you mean it could be your fault?
I blew out my flip flop,
-You could just call them sandles you know, who came up with that term? And can we get back to how the oil spill could be your fault?
Stepped on a pop top,
-Ouch, okay that would hurt. It could be worse though, it could've been a lego.
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
-You seem to be in an awful big hurry, there is an oil spill at the beach you know.
But there's booze in the blender,
-I think this drinking of yours might be your problem. I'm just saying, you may need some help.
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
-Wait, you're making snow cones with it? that's just odd.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
-That's what I'm talking about, you need AA.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
-Seriously how did you loose your salt shaker?
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
-Wait a minute... didn't you a little bit ago mention a Mexican chick?
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
-Holy shit, you were steering the tanker weren't you? Damn it all makes sense now.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault.
-So let me get the story strait. You were the captain of an oil tanker drunk off your ass, entertaining a Mexican female (I won't call her a prostitute, but I won't rule it out either) When you crashed the ship and spilled the oil onto a public beach, and then you stumbled hom. But not before stopping at a bar. Why aren't you in prison?
Final Thoughts:
All jokes aside this song is simply about a guy just drinking his life away because he inadvertently pushed away his significant other and people making excuses for him. He however denies that and takes responsibility for the relationship falling apart. I'd give him props for this fact if it wasn't for the fact that he is attempting to drink his depression away. There are better ways of handling a break up. It's still a pretty good song. I can't complain.
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