One margarita, two margarita, three margarita, shot
Don’t worry ’bout tomorrow
Leave all your sorrow out here on the floatin’ dock
When that sun lays down, we’ll be on our way
One more barefoot round, one more last chance to say
Hey Señorita, don’t you think we need a salt and a Buffett song?
One margarita, two margarita, three margarita
We’ll be gone