Piña Colada in a Pint Glass Lyrics

La, La La La, La, La la la
La, La La La, La, La la la
She's working as a waitress in Dublin,
Filling up the torries with beer,
Stashing away a little cash everyday,
To buy a ticket to right out of here,
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day a little wetter and colder,
No more rain for this Irish Rose,
She's gonna go (She's gonna go!) where the palm trees
grow.

Chorus:
She wants a Piña Colada in a pint glass...
She wants to be where the summer won't stop,
She wants gin clear water and milk white sand,
A sunburned nose and a drink in her hand,
With a pink umbrella on top!
She's standing in line at the chipper,
Waiting for her curry and peas,
She's dying for some of that papaya and rum,
And the kiss of a coconut breeze,
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day's a little wetter and colder,
She's bought a thong bikini and a big straw hat,
She's gonna go and she's not coming back!

Chorus

La, La La La, La, La la la
La, La La La, La, La la la
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day's a little wetter and colder, x4
(La, La La La, La, La la la
La, La La La, La, La la la)

She's cleaning up the tables on Sunday,
But she's dreaming of the tropical night,
Another five or ten in her pocket and then,
She'll be closer to the price of a flight!
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day's a little wetter and colder,
She plays Beach Boys records and she dances alone,
And before (before) before she goes
home...
Chorus x2