Instruments

| F G | C Em | F G | C |

Verse 1

F CI was tired of my lady We'd been together too long F CLike a worn out recording Of a favorite song F CSo while she lay there sleepin' I read the paper in bed F CAnd in the personal columns There was this letter I read

* Hook 1

F CIf you like piña coladas And gettin' caught in the rain F CIf you're not into yoga If you have half a brain F CIf you like makin' love at midnight In the dunes on the cape F CThen I'm the love that you've looked for Write to me and escape

Instruments

| F G | C Em | F G | C |

Verse

F CI didn't think about my lady I know that sounds kinda mean F CBut me and my old lady Had fallen into the same old dull routine F CSo I wrote to the paper Took out a personal ad F CAnd though I'm nobody's poet I thought it wasn't half bad

** Hook 2

F CYes, I like piña coladas And gettin' caught in the rain F CI'm not much into health food I am into champagne F CI've got to meet you by tomorrow noon And cut through all this red tape F CAt a bar called O'Malley's Where we'll plan our escape

Instruments

| F G | C Em | F G | C |

Verse 3

F CSo I waited with high hopes And she walked in the place F CI knew her smile in an instant I knew the curve of her face F CIt was my own lovely lady And she said, "Oh, it's you" F CThen we laughed for a moment And I said, "I never knew"

Verse 4

F C"That you like piña coladas And gettin' caught in the rain F CAnd the feel of the ocean And the taste of champagne F CIf you like making love at midnight In the dunes on the cape F CYou're the lady I've looked for Come with me and escape"

Instruments

| F G | C Em | F G | C |

* Hook 1

F CIf you like piña coladas And gettin' caught in the rain F CIf you're not into yoga If you have half a brain F CIf you like makin' love at midnight In the dunes on the cape F CThen I'm the love that you've looked for Write to me and escape

** Hook 2

F CYes, I like piña coladas And gettin' caught in the rain F CI'm not much into health food I am into champagne F CI've got to meet you by tomorrow noon And cut through all this red tape F CAt a bar called O'Malley's Where we'll plan our escape