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Escape (The Pina Colada Song) Lyrics By Rupert Holmes

    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

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    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 kind of mean
    but me and my old lady
    had 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

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    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 aw it’s you
    then we laughed for a moment
    and i said i never knew

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    that you like piña coladas
    and gettin’ 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

    hook
    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

    hook
    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

    Artist: Rupert Holmes

    Year: 1979

    Decade: 70s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 181