Salt

A little on the rim

A lot in the water where I swim

It's just the taste on her lips

Rubbing white sand sugar on her fingertips

It's the feeling in your ear

Soft wind blowing through her sun-kissed hair

It's a dash on a lime

Makes a top shelf margarita go down fine

Take me where the waves are rolling in

Palm trees swaying to the Mud Slide Slim

And the Blue Horizon song

Got the feeling nothing can go wrong

Sit me down under an old umbrella

Tiny tan lines 'bout to give this fella

A fever and it's all my fault

I found the shaker Jimmy Buffett lost

Salt

Put a pole in my hand

I'll catch 'em from the boat or the sand

Give me a wave and a board

Riding tunnels all day 'til I hit the shore

And go to sleep in the sun

I ain't gonna move 'til I'm cooked and done

Cast away and feeling better

'Cause I've gone to the beach and I'll be back never

Take me where the waves are rolling in

Palm trees swaying to the Mud Slide Slim

And the Blue Horizon song

Got the feeling nothing can go wrong

Sit me down under an old umbrella

Tiny tan lines 'bout to give this fella

A fever and it's all my fault

I found the shaker Jimmy Buffett lost

Salt, salt, salt

Take me where the waves are rolling in

Palm trees swaying to the Mud Slide Slim

And the Blue Horizon song

Got the feeling nothing can go wrong

Sit me down under an old umbrella

Tiny tan lines 'bout to give this fella

A fever and it's all my fault

I found the shaker Jimmy Buffett lost

Salt

Shake a little, shake a lot

Beer is cold, the sun is hot