Piña Colada in a Pint Glass
Gaelic StormVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
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 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 Pina 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 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 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 a little wetter and colder,
She plays Beach Boys records and she dances alone,
And before (before) before she goes home...
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Readable chord sheet for Piña Colada in a Pint Glass by Gaelic Storm
[A]La, La La La, [D]La, La la la [A]La, La La La, [D]La, La la la She's [A]working as a waitress in [D]Dublin, [G]Filling up the tourists with [A]beer, [G]Stashing a[A]way a little [D]cash every [G]day, For a [G]ticket to r[A]ide out of [D]here, Every n[A]ight she feels a little bit[D] older, Every [A]day a little wetter an[D]d colder, [G]No more r[A]ain for thi[D]s Irish [G]Rose, S[G]he's gonna go (She's gonna go!) where the[A] palm trees grow. She wants a [D]Pina Colada in a pi[A]nt glass... She wants to[D] be where the summer won't [A]stop, She wants g[G]in clear water and mi[A]lk white sand, A sun[G]burned nose and a d[A]rink in her hand With a [G]pink umb[A]rella on t[D]op! She's [A]standing in line at the c[D]hipper, [G]Waiting for her curry and [A]peas, But d[G]ying for s[A]ome of that p[D]apaya and [G]rum, And the [G]kiss of a [A]coconut [D]breeze, Every n[A]ight she feels a little bit[D] older, Every [A]day a little wetter an[D]d colder, She's bought a [G]thong [A]bikini and a [D]big straw [G]hat She's gonna[G] go and she's [A]not coming back! She wants a [D]Piña Colada [A]in a pint glass... She wants to[D] be where the summer won't [A]stop, She wants g[G]in clear water and mi[A]lk white sand, A sun[G]burned nose and a d[A]rink in her hand With a [G]pink umb[A]rella on t[D]op! Every n[A]ight she feels a little bit[D] older, Every [A]day a little wetter an[D]d colder, She's [A]cleaning up the tables on [D]Sunday, But she's [G]dreaming of the tropical [A]night, Another [G]five or [A]ten in her [D]pocket and [G]then, She'll be [G]closer to the [A]price of a [D]flight! Every n[A]ight she feels a little bit[D] older, Every [A]day a little wetter an[D]d colder, She plays [G]Beach Boys [A]records and she [D]dances [G]alone, And [G]before (before) [A]before she goes home...