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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.
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, I stayed here all season;
Nothin' 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.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think, it could be my fault.