Margaritaville

Tonight Michelle and I will be traveling to Pittsburgh so she can in officially inaugurated as a Parrotthead when we go to see Jimmy Buffett at the Post Gazette Amphitheater.

It seems like forever ago that I bought tickets to this event, I think they went onsale sometime around St. Patrick's day and was sold out in a matter of a few short minutes. I was fortunate enough to get tickets that will be under the pavilion since it is calling for rain tonight.

We're planning on leaving right after work and BBQing in the parking lot. Michelle is going to love this, if you have never been to a Buffett Concert.....it sucks to be you.




Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to boil.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.

Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think, - hell it could be my fault.

I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top,
Cut 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.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault.