Gaelic Storm - Piña Colada in a Pint Glass lyrics
[Gaelic Storm - 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 tourists with beer
Stashing away a little cash every day
For a ticket to ride out of here
Every night she feels a little bit older
Every day's 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
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
But 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!
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!
Every night she feels a little bit older
Every day's a little wetter and colder
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
She pours 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 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!
La, La La La, La, La la la
She's working as a waitress in Dublin
Filling up the tourists with beer
Stashing away a little cash every day
For a ticket to ride out of here
Every night she feels a little bit older
Every day's 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
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
But 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!
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!
Every night she feels a little bit older
Every day's a little wetter and colder
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
She pours 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 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!