She’s working as a waitress in Dublin,
Filling up the tourists with beer,
Stashing away a little cash every day,
To buy a ticket to ride 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,
But dying for some of that papaya and rum,
And the kiss of a coconut breeze.
And 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]

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…

[Chorus]

Gaelic Storm, Pina Colada in  Pint Glass (from How are We Getting Home)

This was one of my favorite songs after I graduated high school, when I was waitressing for a year to earn college tuition money.  Maybe later, after I’ve had some of the gin they’re talking about, you could persuade me to hold forth on the nostalgia of listening to music and how time changes our musical tastes. But not right now; I’m busy. 

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