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
Musical Interlude
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
Musical Interlude
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