Margaritaville

This is my remake of Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville. I’ve added some Arabic lyrics, and a more dance-able beat.

nibbling on spongecake, watching the sun bake
see those tourists all covered in oil
strumming my six-string on my front porch swing
smell those shrimp: they’re beginning to boil

wasting away again in margaritaville
searching for my lost shaker of salt
some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
but i know that it’s nobody’s fault

i don’t know the reason i’ve been here all season
with nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
wa lákin hiyya rašíqa, anisa ‘arabiyya ‘aníqa
but how she got here i haven’t a clue

wasting away again in margaritaville
searching for my lost shaker of salt
some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
but i know, hell it could be my fault

i blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top
cut open 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 lost shaker of salt
(where’s the salt? where’s the ***-damn salt?)
some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
but i know, it’s my own damned fault

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