A Margarita is what I want to drink about eight of, but don’t have the cash for even one. (Does anybody want to donate to my Margarita fund?) It could also be a woman’s name, obviously. And it’s this Traveling Wilburys song that has nothing much to do with either drinking or women, insofar as it’s possible for a rock song to be completely untainted by those subjects. (It’s kind of about those things, though.) It’s not really meant to mean anything; it’s just about the joy of jamming together, which is what the Wilburys were all about. There’s a lot of joy in hearing world caliber musicians not taking themselves too seriously, as much for us as it was for them, hopefully.