I was tired of my lady We�d been together too long Like a worn-out recording Of a favorite song So while she lay there sleeping I read the paper in bed And in the personal columns There was this letter I read
�If you like Pina Coladas And getting caught in the rain If you�re not into yoga If you have half a brain If you�d like making love at midnight In the dunes on the Cape Then I�m the love that you�ve looked for Write to me and escape.�
I didn�t think about my lady I know that sounds kind of mean But me and my old lady Have fallen into the same dull routine So I wrote to the paper Took out a personal ad And though I�m nobody�s poet I thought it wasn�t half bad
�Yes I like Pina Coladas And getting caught in the rain I�m not much into health food I am into champagne I�ve got to meet you by tomorrow noon And cut through all this red-tape At a bar called O�Malley�s Where we�ll plan our escape.�
So I waited with high hopes And she walked in the place I knew her smile in an instant I knew the curve of her face It was my own lovely lady And she said, �Oh it�s you.� Then we laughed for a moment And I said, �I never knew.�
That you like Pina Coladas Getting caught in the rain And the feel of the ocean And the taste of champagne If you�d like making love at midnight In the dunes of the Cape You�re the lady I�ve looked for Come with me and escape