On the trip of a lifetime
Shootin' animals in the wild
Such a long flight so far from home
Shots of sky, and shots of Jack

Away for an endless month
Up the elevator to home
On our forty-second floor
Why oh why does it smell like that?

Checked the kitchen in anticipation
Checked the garbage, searched for seepage
Looked in every drawer and behind each door
Couldn't find what we were looking for

We found her naked on the bed
Margarita the maid was dead
A dirty mop in her hand
I guess she couldn't withstand
Hot August afternoons
Poor Margarita
Poor Margarita

The cops said don't touch anything
Wait for the coroner to come
Then they started looking around
Like some morbid lost and found

They nabbed my best Hawaiian stuff
From behind the icecream in the fridge
I had to blame it on the maid
Bless her heart she didn't make a sound

We don't take long trips anymore
And sometimes our friends ask why
We sit them down and pour them drinks
Tell them about that time when...

We found her naked on the bed
Margarita the maid was dead
Poor Margarita
Poor Margarita