With Special thanks to Rupert Holmes



I was tired of my lady

We've been together too long

Like a worn out recording

Of a favourite 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 colodas

And getting caught in the rain

If you're not into yoga

If you have half a brain

If you like makin' love at midnight

In the dooms of the cape

I'm the love that you look for

Write to me and escape



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I didn't think about my lady

I know that sounds kinda mean

But me and my ol' lady

Have fallen into the same old dull routine

So I wrote to the paper

To get a personal ad

And though I'm nobody's poet

I thought it wasn't half bad



Yes, I like pina colodas

And getting caught in the rain

I'm not much into health food

I am into champange

I've got to meet you to by tomorrow noon

And cut through all this red tape

At a bar fourth o' malley's

Where we'll plan our escape



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So I waited with high hopes

As she walked in through 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 "Ah, it's you"

And we laughed for a moment

And I said "I never knew"



That you like pina colodas

And getting caught in the rain

And the feel of the ocean

And the taste of champange

If you like makin' love at midnight

In the dooms of the cape

You're the lady I've looked for

Come with me and escape



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Repeat First Chorus