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 like making love at midnight In the dunes of 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 I sound kind of mean But me and my old lady Have fallen into the same old 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 into 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