Buffet

[D]Nibbling on spongecake, Watching the sun bake,
All of these tourists covered with o[A]il.

Strumming my six string, on my front porch swing.
Smell of shrimp is beginning to b[D]oil.

   W[G]asting a[A]way again in Marg[D]aritavill[D7]e
   S[G]earching for my l[A]ost shaker of s[D]al[D7]t.
   S[G]ome people cl[A]aim that there's a w[D]om[A]an to bl[G]ame.
   But I kn[A]ow, its nobody's fa[D]ult.

[D]Don't know the reason, I stayed here all season.
Nothing to show but this brand new tat[A]oo.

But its a real beauty, a Mexican cutie.
How it got here I haven't a cl[D]ue.

  W[G]asting aw[A]ay again in Mar[D]garitavil[D7]le.
  S[G]earching for my lo[A]st shaker of s[D]al[D7]t.
  S[G]ome people cl[A]aim that there's a w[D]om[A]an to b[G]lame.
  But I kn[A]ow, It could my fa[D]ult.
I [D]blew out my flip-flop. Stepped on a pop top.
Cut my heel had to cruise on back ho[A]me.

But there's booze in a blender,and soon it'll render
That frozen concotion that helps me hang [D]on

  W[G]asting aw[A]ay again in Marg[D]aritav[D7]ille
  S[G]earching for my l[A]ost shaker of s[D]alt[D7]
  S[G]ome people cl[A]aim that there's a w[D]om[A]an to bl[G]ame
  But I k[A]now, its my own damn f[D]ault