I was tired of my lady;
We've been together too long;
Like a worn out recording;
Of a favourite song;

So while she lay there sleeping;
I read the paper in bed;
And in the personal coloums ;
There was this letter I read:

If you like pina coladas;
And getting cought 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;