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 sleepin'
I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns
there was this letter I read
If you like piña coladas,
and getting caught in the rain,
if you're not into yoga,
if you have half a brain,
if you 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 kinda mean
But me and my old lady
had 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 piña 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, "Ah, it's you."
Then we laughed for a moment,
and I said, "I never knew
that you like piña coladas
and getting caught in the rain.
And the feel of the ocean
and the taste of champagne.
If you like making love at midnight
in the dunes on the cape,
you're the lady I've looked for.
Come with me and escape."
If you like piña coladas,
and getting caught in the rain,
if you're not into yoga,
if you have half a brain,
if you 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.
Yes, I like piña 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.