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"A Pirate Looks At Forty" (MP3) 
I have been drunk now for over two weeks
 I passed out and I rallied
 And I smoked a few leaves.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks
 I passed out and I rallied
 And I sprung a few leaks.
These lyrics are not actually misheard. Jimmy sometimes uses that lyric in his live concerts.
 
"A Pirate Looks At Forty" (MP3) 
Mother, Mother ocean
 I have heard you call
 I've wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three weeks tall.
Mother, Mother ocean
 I have heard you call
 I've wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall.
 
"A Pirate Looks at Forty" (MP3) 
I have been drunk now for over two weeks, 
I passed out and I rallied 
and I smoked a few leaves.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks, 
I passed out and I rallied 
and I sprung a few leaks
 
"A Pirate Looks at Forty" (MP3) 
I have been drunk now for over two weeks
 I passed out and I rallied
 And I struggled through the weeks.
I have been drunk now for over two weeks, 
 I passed out and I rallied
 And I sprung a few leaks.
 
Boat drinks
 Poison the band with some boat drinks.
Boat drinks
 Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
 
Boat drinks
 Poison the band, order boat drinks.
Boat drinks
 Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
 
Boat drinks
 Poison the band, order boat drinks.
Boat drinks
 Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
 
I think God had a fever.
I think I got cabin fever.
 
I've got a plot of sand somewhere.
I've got to fly to St. Somewhere.
I think it makes as much sense.
 
I've got a pot of sane somewhere.
I've got to fly to St. Somewhere.
 
Newspapers man should she bare things.
Newspapers mention cheap air fares.
 
Think I'll stick two arrow blades gently up my ear.
Think I'll stick to airplanes, gently pop my ears.
 
Translates to radio
Transistor radio
 
"Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes" (MP3) 
These changes in latitudes
 Changes in attitudes
 Nothing's original sin.
These changes in latitudes
 Changes in attitudes
 Nothing remains quite the same.
 
"Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes" (MP3) 
All of the faces and all of the pieces
All of the faces and all of the places
 
"Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes" (MP3) 
All of the feces and all of the pieces
All of the faces and all of the pieces
 
"Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes" (MP3) 
All of the fishes
All of the faces
 
"Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes" (MP3) 
Nothing remains quite ashamed
Nothing remains quite the same
 
"Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes" (MP3) 
Seeing the partridge signs in some big airport.
Reading departure signs in some big airport.
 
"Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes" (MP3) 
These changes in rabbit holes
These changes in latitudes
 
"Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes" (MP3) 
We would all go astray
We would all go insane
 
"Changing Channels"
Chains and shackles
 Stayin' on her toes
 She'll be chains and shackles as she goes.
Changing channels
 Stayin' on her toes
 She'll be changing channels as she goes.
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Butter and bread
 They say can raise the dead
 On wonder bread
 They say can raise the dead.
Warm beer and bread
 They say can raise the dead.
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Butter and bread
they say can raise the dead
Warm beer and bread
they say can raise the dead
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Cheeseburger and a bag of fries
Chesseburger in Paradise
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Cheeseburger and a patty pie
Cheeseburger in paradise
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Cheeseburger and carrot eyes
Cheeseburger in Paradise
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
I missed a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Makin' the best of every b**ch you went by 
 or 
 Makin' the best of every virtue advice
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Not zucchini, fetuccini, vulgar wheat
Not zucchini, fetuccini, or bulgar wheat
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
She's burger and paradise. 
 or 
 Cheeseburger and paradise
Cheeseburger in paradise
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
She's buried in Paradise.
Cheeseburger in Paradise
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Sheets burnin' and a pair of dikes
Cheeseburger in paradise
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Tried to amend my carnivorous habit
 Made it nearly seven today.
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
 Made it nearly seventy days.
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
 Made it nearly seventy eight.
 or
 Made it nearly seven to eight.
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
 Made it nearly seventy days.
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Wonder Bread they said could raise the dead
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
 
"Cheeseburger In Paradise" (MP3) 
Worth every damn and a sacrifice to get a
 Cheeseburger in paradise.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a
 Cheeseburger in paradise.
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
Cheeseburger and pair of dice
Cheeseburger in Paradise
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fry potatoes
Big kosh your pickle and a cold dry there
Well good guy well money which where do I steer
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
I'm 57 and french fried potatoes
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
I'm just a Transformer in Paradise
I'm just a cheeseburger in Paradise
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
I'm just a cheeseburger in hell on ice
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
Medium rare with mustard be nice
Medium rare with Munster'd be nice
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
Roman Meal bread
Warm beer and bread
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
Trying to offend my carnation habit
Trying to amend my carnivorous habit
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
Won't even dare
Warm beer and bread
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
Wondering how they said could praise the dead
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead
 
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" (MP3) 
Wondering where
Warm beer and bread
 
California is one big white tan
I just can't wait to see you again
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again
 
California is warm - check my tan
 I just can't wait to see you again.
California has worn me quite thin
 I just can't wait to see you again.
 
California is warm but quite thin
California has worn me quite thin
 
California it won't make my tan
I just can't wait to see you again
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again
 
California just won't make my tan
California has worn me quite thin
 
California, they want me by ten.
California has worn me quite thin.
 
Come mundane
 or
 Come on, Dave.
Come Monday
 
Come on Dave, it will be alright
Come Monday it will be alright
 
Come on, Babe, it'll be alright
 Come on, Babe, I'll be holding you tight.
Come Monday, it'll be alright
 Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight.
 
I got my Hush Puppies on,
I guess I never was meant for 'Play-Doh rock and roll'.
I got my Hush Puppies on,
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll.
 
I spent 4 lonely days in a brown paper bag.
I spent 4 lonely days in a brown L.A. haze.
 
I spent 4 lonely days
 On the ground, in a haze.
I spent four lonely days
 In the brown L.A. haze.
 
I spent four lonely days in a back alley haze
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
 
I spent four lonely days in a brown Chevrolet
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
 
I spent four lonely days in a brown berry glaze.
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze.
 
I spent four lonely days in a brown leather haze
I spent four lonely days in the brown LA haze.
 
I spent four lonely days in a brown ugly haze.
I spent four lonely days in the brown LA haze.
 
I spent four lonely days in an alcohol haze.
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze.
 
I spent four lovely days 
With a brown Ellie May 
And I just want you back 
By my side
I spent four lonely days 
In a brown L.A. haze 
And I just want you back 
By my side
 
I've spent four lonely days in a Brown Debbie haze
I've spent four lonely days in a Brown Derby haze
 
I've spent four lonely days
 In a brown berry haze.
I've spent four lonely days
 In a brown L.A. haze.
 
I've spent four lonely days
 In a brown yellow haze.
I've spent four lonely days
 In a brown L.A. haze.
 
Remember that night in Montana
 When we said there'd be no room for God.
Remember that night in Montana
 When we said there'd be no room for doubt.
 
Remember that night in Montana
 When we said there'd be no wedding vows.
Remember that night in Montana
 When we said there'd be no room for doubt.
 
Rental cars and westbound trains
Rent-a-cars and westbound trains
 
"Cowboy In The Jungle"
While the Southern Cross and the saddle lights
 They remind me of where we are.
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
 They remind me of where we are.
 
"Everyone Has A Cousin in Miami"
Everyone has a gun on in Miami
Everyone has a cousin in Miami
 
And they pee right after dark
And they feed right after dark
 
Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?
 Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
 You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
 and you're the only baby in town.
Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?
 Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
 You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
 and you're the only bait in town.
 
Dance to the left, dance to the right
 Like your the only girl in town.
Fins to the left, fins to the right
 And you're the only bait in town.
 
Don't you feel 'em circlin' honey?
 Don't you feel 'em circlin' around?
 You've got fence to the left, fence to the right
 And you're the only babe in town.
 or
 Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?
 Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
 You got fins to the left, fins to the right
 And you're the only baby in town.
Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?
 Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
 You got fins to the left, fins to the right
 And you're the only bait in town.
 
She's gettin' Coast Guards on the road
She's getting postcards on the road
 
She's getting four stars for her role.
She's getting postcards from the road.
 
Somewhere down muenster and Swiss
Somewhere down Monserat Way
 
You got fish to the left, fish to the right.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right.
 
You gotta dance to the left
 Dance to the right
 'Cause you're the only girl in town.
You got fins to the left
 Fins to the right
 And you're the only bait in town.
 
Mayor Cooper
 Mayor Cooper
 Mayor Maxim Cooper.
Mea Culpa
 Mea Culpa
 Mea Maxima Culpa.
 
Meya Coopa, Meya Coopa, meya maxima Coopa.
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
This section is about religious fruitcakes. That is Latin for 'my fault, my fault, my big fault'.
 
"Grapefruit Juicy Fruit" (MP3) 
Then a little more to see.
Commit a little mortal sin.
 
"Jingle Bells"
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh
Oh what fun it is to run in a one horse open sleigh
The traditional version says "ride", but this version says "run".
 
"Jingle Bells"
Oh what fun on a job's school run in a one-horse open sleigh
Oh what fun on Jah's cool run in a one-horse open sleigh
 
Oh oh oh oh, Charlie Manson.
Oh oh oh oh, Jolly Mon sing.
 
"Manana"
She's got a plant hidden up her shirt sleeve
She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
 
All of the tunas covered with oil
All of those tourists covered with oil
 
All of those tunas covered with oil.
And all of those tourists covered with oil.
 
All those tubas covered in oil
All of those tourists covered with oil
 
All those tubers covered in oil.
All those tourists covered with oil.
 
All those tulips covered with oil.
All of those tourists covered with oil
 
And I know I'm my own grandpa
And I know it's my own damn fault
 
And I know it's my own grandpa
And I know it's my own damn fault
 
And I know, it's my old friend Joe.
And I know it's my own damn fault.
 
And all of those tumors covered with oil.
And all of those tourists covered with oil.
 
And there's too much, covered in oil.
And all of those tourists covered with oil.
 
Blew out my flip flop,
 Stepped on a Poptart
Blew out my flip flop,
 Stepped on a pop top
 
Blew out my flip flop,
 Stepped on a cow plop
Blew out my flip flop,
 Stepped on a pop top
 
Blew out my flip flop.
 Stepped in a cow flop.
Blew out my flip flop.
 Stepped on a pop top.
 
Blew out my flip flop.
 Stepped on a Pop Tart.
Blew out my flip flop.
 Stepped on a pop top.
 
Blew out my flip flop.
 Stepped on a cowpie.
Blew out my flip flop.
 Stepped on a pop top.
 
Blew out my flip flop.
 Stepped on a pot pipe.
Blew out my flip flop.
 Stepped on a pop top.
 
Blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a Pop-Tart.
Blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a pop top.
 
Blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a cow plop.
Blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a pop top.
 
Blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a flower pot.
Blew out my flip-flop
 Stepped on a pop top.
 
Blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a pop pop.
Blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a pop top.
 
Blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a posh pop
 Cruised up the hill, had to cruise on back home.
I blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a pop top
 Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
 
Blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a caca.
Blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pop top.
 
Blew out my flip-flop,
 Stepped on a car top
 Cat on my heel, take a cruise on back home.
I blew out my flip flop,
 Stepped on a pop top
 Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
 
Blew out my six-string
 On my front porcelain
 Selling the Shemp
 And again and a ball.
Strummin' my six string
 On my front porch swing
 Smell those shrimp
 They're beginnin' to boil.
 
Boo's on a bender.
Booze in the blender
 
But I know it's my own dimples
But I know it's my own damn fault
 
But I know it's my own grandpa
But I know it's my own damn fault
 
But I know it's my own tampon
But I know it's my own damn fault
Seriously, a man wouldn't be singing about tampons...
 
But he's using a blender
But there's booze in the blender
 
But there's boobs in the blender
 And soon it surrenders
 That frozen from cock s***s that helps me hang on
But there's booze in the blender
 And soon it will render
 That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
 
But there's boobs in the blender
But there's booze in the blender
 
But there's clues in the blender
But there's booze in the blender
 
But there's food in the blender
But there's booze in the blender
 
But there's proof on the blender.
 And soon ever amber.
But there's booze in the blender.
 And soon it will render.
 
Hoisted away again by my girl Rita Bell
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
 
I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pot pie
 Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top
 Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home
 
I blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a pop tart
 Cut my heel half through to the bone.
I blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a pop top
 Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
 
I blew out my flip flops
 Slipped on a pop tart
 Bruised my heel had to cruise on back home
I blew out my flip flop,
 Stepped on a pop top
 Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home
 
I blew out my flip-flop
 Stepped on a pop top
 But my heel had a bruise from back home.
I blew out my flip-flop
 Stepped on a pop top
 Cut my heel had to cruise on back home.
 
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a Pop Tart
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
 
I put my boots in the blender.
But there's booze in the blender.
 
I put my booze in the blender.
But there's booze in the blender.
 
I put on my flip flops
 Stepped on a Pop-Tart
 Cut my heel, had a bruise from back home
I blew out my flip flop
 Stepped on a pop-top
 Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home
 
I put on some flip-flop
I blew out my flip-flop
 
It's my own downfall.
It's my own damn fault.
 
Lickin' in sponge kay
Nibblin' on sponge cake
 
Livin' on spongecake
Nibblin' on spongecake
 
Living on a sponge cake
 Watching the sun bake.
Nibbling on sponge cake
 Watching the sun bake.
 
Living on sponge cake
 Watching the sun bake
 All of those tourists covered with O
Nibbling on sponge cake
 Watching the sun bake
 All of those tourists covered with oil
 
Lookin for my log-shaker song.
Lookin for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Lookin for my lost favorite dog
Lookin for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my lost jiggering son
or
Lookin for that Don Shafer and Son
or
Lookin' for my life's sugar and salt
or
Lookin for my lost gibberish dog
or
Lookin for my lost gibberish dog
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Lookin for my outlaw shaker of salt.
Lookin for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Lookin' for my large shaker of salt
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
 
Lookin' for my long lost sugar and salt.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Lookin' for my lost jigger-saw.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Lookin' for my lost shaker skill saw.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Margaritaville played on the radio and the bar juke boxes during the summer of 1977. I worked as a very bad maintenance man at a kid's summer camp. Among the tools I used badly was a "skil' saw. Perhaps it was because saws were on my mind but, that's the lyric I heard.
 
Looking for my log shaker and saw.
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Looking for my log, sugar, and salt.
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Looking for my long lost shaker of songs
 Some people claim that there's a warmth of the place
 But I know, it's my own grampa.
Searching 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.
 
Looking for my lost Sugar Dog
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
 
Looking for my lost checkered socks
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Looking for my lost chigger-saw.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
 
Looking for my lost favorite song
 Some people say that there's a warm dark place
 But I know, it's my own grandpa.
Searching 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.
 
Looking for my outlaw shaker of salt.
Lookin for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Lost my flip-flop,
 stepped on a poptart
Blew out my flip-flop
 stepped on a poptop
 
Nibblin' on sponge cake, watching the sun bake
 All the stewardesses covered in oil.
Nibblin' on sponge cake, watching the sun bake
 All those tourists covered in oil.
 
Nigger named Sponge Bob
Nibbling on sponge cake
Editor's note: The character Spongebob did NOT exist when this song was made. Therefore this mishearing is not plausible.
 
Nothing for sure
 But this brand new tatoo.
Nothing to show
 But this brand new tattoo.
 
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
 But it's a real beauty, Vanessa's patootie
 How it got here, I haven't a clue.
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.
 
Nothing to show but this damned new tattoo
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
 
Now I know, it's my old man, Paul.
And I know it's my own damn fault.
 
Now I know, it's my own damn paw
And I know it's my own damn fault
 
Oliver's tourists comin' with oil
All of those tourists covered with oil
 
Put the boots in the blender!
But there's booze in the blender
 
Reachin' for my last pitcher of malt
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Searchin' for my last chigger saw
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searchin' for my last jigger of sauce
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searchin' for my log shaker and saw.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Searchin' for my log shaker song.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Searchin' for my log-shaker and saw.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Searchin' for my lost "Digger" the dog
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searchin' for my lost checkered sock.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Searchin' for my lost chigger is all.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Searchin' for my lost jigger and saw
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searchin' for my lost neighbor's dog.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Searchin' for my lost shake-erd saw
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searchin' for that poor n*****'s lost son
 or 
Catchin' up on that Sanford and Son
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my Bob Seger and salt
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Editor's note: Please note that his last name ends with two T's, not one.
 
Searching for my Bob Seger that's all
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my hot chicory saw.
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Searching for my large shaker with malt
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my last checkered assault
Searching for my last shaker of salt
 
Searching for my last jigger and salt
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my lock, sugar, and shawl
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my log shaker and salt
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my long-lost shaker of salt
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my lost Shaker thoughts.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
The Shakers lived in male-only communities until they unsurprisingly died out in the early 19th century. If Jimmy Buffett were a Shaker, we know there wouldn't be a woman to blame.
 
Searching for my lost chain saw
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my lost checkered sock.
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
 
"Margaritaville"
Searching for my lost chigger ahoy
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my lost chigger and saw.
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Searching for my lost chigger assault.
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my lost rigorous thought
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for my lost sugar and salt. (sugar pronounced Shigger)
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Searching for that lost sugary salt
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Selling the Shemp
 And again and a ball
Smell those shrimp
 They're beginnin' to boil.
 
Smell of shrimp dip again in the bar.
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.
 
Smell of shrimp dip beginning to boil.
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.
 
Smell of shrimp, dipped in punitive oil.
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.
 
Smell the shrapnel beginning to boil.
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.
 
Smell those shrimp - they're beginning to spoil
Smell those shrimp - they're beginning to boil
 
Smell those shrimp, where I'm pickin' my boil.
Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil.
 
Some people claim that there's a Walmart to blame.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
 
Some people claim that there's a walnut to blame.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
 
Some people claim that there's a walnut to blame
 But I know it's nobody's fault.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
 But I know it's my own damned fault.
He actually does say "nobody's fault" in the first instance of the chorus.
 
Some people claim that there's a wampum to play.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
 
Some people claim that there's a warm moon to blame.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
 
Some people claim that there's a warm other place.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
 
Some people claim that there's a warm summer rain.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
 
Some people claim that there's a woman here.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
 
Some people claim that there's a woman plane
 But I know, it's my own dad, Pa.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
 But I know, it's my own damned fault.
 
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I don't, it's my own Grandpa.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know it's my own damn fault.
 
Some people claim that there's a worm on the blade.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
 
Some people claim that there's a worm on the plane
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
 
Some people claim there's a woman to blame
 But I know it's my own grandpa
Some people claim there's a woman to blame
 But I know it's my own damn fault
 
Some people claim there's a worm on the range
 But I know it's my own damn car.
Some people claim there's a woman to blame
 But I know it's my own damn fault.
 
Some people claim there's only one world to blame
 But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
 But I know, it's my own damn fault.
 
Some people play that there's a woman to play
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
 
Some people say that there's a woman to blame
 But I know, it's my own downfall.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
 But I know, it's my own damn fault.
 
Stepped on a pied pot
Stepped on a pop top.
 
Stepped on a pop tart
Stepped on a pop top
 
Stepped on a rocket
Stepped on a pop-top
 
Stepped on the pop tart.
Stepped on a pop top.
 
Strong in my six-string, on my front porcelain
 Smelling the shrimp dip again at the bar.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
 Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil.
 
Strummin' my sex change
Strummin' my six string
 
Strummin' my six-string on my front porch swing
 Smell of shrimp dip again at the bar.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
 Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil.
 
Strummin' my six-string on my front porch swing
 Smell of shrimp dip beginning to boil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
 Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.
 
Strummin' my six-string, on my front porcelain
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing
 
Strumming my sex change,
 on the front porch swing
Strumming my six string
 on the front porch swing
 
Strumming my sex dream
Strumming my six-string
 
Strumming my sex string
Strumming my six string
 
Strumming on 6th Street
Strumming my six string
 
That frozen concussion that gets me head on
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
 
There's blues in the blender
There's booze in the blender
 
Threw off my flip-flop
 Stepped on a Pop Tart
 Cut ma heel had the cruise on back home.
Blew out my flip-flop
 Stepped on a pop top
 Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
 
Twistin' away again in my Toronto home
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 
Waiting to pay a big enormous heating bill
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
 
Wasted away again in Macarenaville
Wastin away again in Margaritaville
 
Wasted away again in margarita babe
 Searching for my lost vigorous soul
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Wasted away again in my Dorito Van.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville.
 
Wasted away again in my burrito van.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville.
 
Wastin away again in my gorrilla-boo
 Searching for my lost rigorous thought.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
 Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 Lookin' for my hearts lost sugar and salt.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 Lookin' for my lost chigger and saw.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
"Chigger" is pronounced "Shigger"
 
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 Searching for my lost sugar and son
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 Searching for my lost shaker of salt
 
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's only one world to blame
 But I know it's my own damn fault
 Yes and some people claim that there's only one world to blame
 And I know it's my own damn fault
Wastin' 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
 
Wastin' away again in Margarito-doo.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville.
 
Wastin' away again in my burrito van
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 
Wastin' away again in my gorilla suit.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville.
 
Wastin' away again is my greatest sin
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
 Looking for my last Skake-n-Bake son.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
 Looking for my lost shaker of salt.
 
Wasting away again in my gorilla suit.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
 
Wasting away again in my green DeVille.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
 
Wasting away the day in Margaritaville
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
 
Wastin’ away again in our parade again
Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
 
We stay away, again at Margaritiville.
Wastin' away again in Margaritiville.
 
Wish it woud rain again in Margaritaville.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville.
 
Wish there's a way to get that Margarita in
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
 
"Mele Kalikimaka"
Mele Kalikimaka is the righteous way
Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
 
"Mele Kalikimaka"
That's the island green way
That's the island greeting
 
"On A Sunday Afternoon"
Taxi's taken all my toys.
Tax man's taken all my dough.
 
"Perrier Blues"
Scratch my balls
Stretch my claws
 
"Ragtop Day"
Classy little wine and bread
 Turns everybody's head.
Classy little white and red
 Turns everybody's head.
 
"School Boy Heart"
It sits in the corner of my goal-posted mouth.
 or
 It sits in the corner of my gulf coastal mouth.
It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth.
 
"Son Of A Son Of A Sailor" (MP3) 
Shake your manhood like a banker.
Shake the hand of the mango man.
 
"Son Of A Son Of A Sailor" (MP3) 
You can shake the hand of a mangled man
 As he greets you with a quarter.
You can shake the hand of the Mango Man
 As he greets you at the Border.
In Buffett's book, 'Tales From Margaritaville', the story entitled 'Son of a Son of a Sailor' describes Buffett's encounter with Gregorio Fuentes, a man covered in scars (mangled man), from a small fishing village in Cuba.
 
"Son Of A Son Of A Sailor" (MP3) 
You can shake the hand of the mangled man
 As he greets you at the border.
You can shake the hand of the mango man
 As he greets you at the border.
 
Raleigh dujas grin
Federales who just grin
 
"The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful"
But his old lady's a tomato (pronounced 'toe-mott-toe')
 She can't stay away from the phone.
But his old lady's into modeling
 She can't stay away from the phone.
 
"Volcano (Live Version)" (MP3) 
Mr. Ugly
Mr. Utley
Recorded with his band, The Coral Reefer Band.
 
Don't want to land in no bastard's face
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay
 
I don't know where I'm a gona go
 When the bars get closed.
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
 When the volcano blows.
 
I don't know where I'm a gonna go 'cause the Bible tells me so
I don't know where I'm a gonna go when the volcano blows
 
I don't know where I'm a gonna go when the bartender closes.
I don't know where I'm gonna go when the volcano blows.
 
I don't know where I'm a gonna go when they bomb Canada.
I don't know where I'm-a gonna go when Vol-cano blows.
 
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
 When the ball candle blows.
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
 When the volcano blows.
 
I don't know where I'm gonna go when I bought a cantalope
I don't know where I'm gonna go when the volcano blows
 
I don't know where I'm-a gonna go 
With this ball of cantalope
I don't know where I'm-a gonna go 
When the volcano blow
 
I don't know where I'm-a gonna go when the wild people go
I don't know where I'm-a gonna go when Vol-cano blows
 
Mao Tse-Tung
Monsoon come
 
Summer smoke up in the sky
Sulphur smoke up in the sky
 
"Who's The Blonde Stranger?"
Booze upon strangers
Who's the blonde stranger?
 
"Who's the Blonde Stranger?"
Oo la la von Stranger
Who's the Blonde Stranger?
 
"Who's the Blonde Stranger?"
Who's the Von-stranger
Who's the blonde stranger?
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw" (MP3) 
So buy me a drinking pitcher
So bar maid bring a pitcher
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
I bet bottles water there's still hope for me and you
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you.
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
I just bought a waterbed filled up with Elmer's glue
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you.
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
I just bought a waterbed
 It's filled up with Elmer's glue.
I just bought a waterbed
 It's filled up for me and you.
This actually isn't a misheard lyric. This version is from one of Jimmy's live recordings. Jimmy is known for "improvising" new lyrics during live shows. (However, someone could mishear it this way.)
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
I just bought a watermelon fit enough for me and you.
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you.
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
I just got a waterbed
 It's filled up with Elmer's glue.
I just bought a waterbed
 It's filled up for me and you.
Elmer's Glue is actually correct on live recordings, so it's technically not misheard.
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
Oh Warren Beatty
A waterbed
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
They say you are a snow queen.
They say you are a snuff queen.
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
They say you are a snub queen
They say you are a snow queen
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
Why don't we get druck, sniff glue?
Why don't we get drunk and screw?
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
Why don't we get drunk after school?
Why don't we get drunk and screw?
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
Why don't we get drunk and screw?
 I just got a waterbed covered in Elmer's glue.
Why don't we get drunk and screw?
 I just bought a waterbed, it's filled up for me and you.
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
Why don't we get drunk in school?
Why don't we get drunk and screw?
A snuff queen in Nashville in the early 70s was a term for a country and western groupie who hung around country artists looking to have sex with them.
 
"Why Don't We Get Drunk" (MP3) 
Why don't we get lunch at school?
Why don't we get drunk and screw?
According to Wiki, the phrase "And Screw" is NOT part of the title.