{title: Escape (The Piña Colada Song)}
{artist: Rupert Holmes}
[A]I was tired of my [D]Lady, we’d been together too [A]long
Like a worn-out re[D]cording, of a favor[A]ite song.
So while she lay there sle[D]eping, I read the paper [A]in bed.
And in the personals c[D]olumn, there was this letter [A]I read:
[A]“If you like Pina C[D]oladas, and getting caught in the [A]rain.
If you’re not into [D]yoga, if you have half-a-[A]brain.
If you like making love at m[D]idnight, in the dunes of t[A]he cape.
I’m the lady you’ve look[D]ed for, write to me, an[A]d escape.”
[A] I didn’t think about my[D] lady, I know that sounds kind of[A] mean.
Me and my old [D]lady, had fallen into the same old d[A]ull routine.
So I wrote to the p[D]aper, took out a personal [A] Ad.
I know I'm nobody’s [D] poet, I thought it wasn’t half[A]bad.
[A]“Yes, I like Pina Co[D]ladas, and getting caught in the [A]rain.
I’m not much into health [D]food, I am into cha[A]mpagne.
I’ve got to meet you by tomo[D]rrow noon, and cut through all this [A]red tape.
At a bar called O’M[D]alley’s, where we’ll plan our [A]escape.”
[A]So I waited with high [D]hopes, then she walked in the [A]place.
I knew her smile in an [D]instant, I knew the curve of her [A]face.
It was my own lovely l[D]ady, and she said, “Oh, it’s you[A].”
And we laughed for a [D]moment, and I said, “I never kne[A]w”.
[A]“That you liked Pina Col[D]adas, and getting caught in the ra[A]in.
And the feel of the o[D]cean, and the taste of c[A]hampagne.
If you like making love at m[D]idnight, in the dunes of the [A]cape.
You’re the love that I’ve looked [D]for, come with me, and e[A]scape.”
[A]“Ah yes, I like Pina C[D]oladas, and getting caught in the r[A]ain.
If you’re not into [D]yoga, if you have half-a-[A]brain.
If you like making love at mi[D]dnight, in the dunes of the [A]cape.
You’re the love that I’ve loo[D]ked for, come with me, an[A]d escape.”
