I was tired of my lady
we'd been together too long
like a one hour 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
If you like Pina Coldas
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 of 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 kinda mean
well me and my old lady,
had fallen into that 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
Yes, I like Pina Coldas,
and getting caught in the rain,
I'm not much into health food,
I am into champange
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon,
and cut through all this red tape,
at a bar called O'Maley's,
and 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!"
and we laughed for a moment,
and I said, "I never knew"
That you liked Pina Coldas,
and getting caught in the rain,
and the feel of the ocean,
and the taste of champange
If you like making love at midnight,
in the dunes of the Cape,
your the lady I've looked for,
come with me and escape
If you like Pina Coldas
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 of the Cape,
then I'm the love that you've looked for,
write to me and escape