Gaelic Storm - Pina colada in a pint glass

She's ^Aworking as a waitress in ^DDublin, ^GFilling up the tourists with ^Abeer, ^GStashing a^Away a little ^Dcash every ^Gday, For a ^Gticket to r^Aide out of ^Dhere, Every n^Aight she feels a little bit^D older, Every ^Aday a little wetter an^Dd colder, ^GNo more r^Aain for thi^Ds Irish ^GRose, S^Ghe's gonna go (She's gonna go!) where the^A palm trees grow.

She wants a ^DPina Colada in a pi^Ant glass... She wants to^D be where the summer won't ^Astop, She wants g^Gin clear water and mi^Alk white sand, A sun^Gburned nose and a d^Arink in her hand With a ^Gpink umb^Arella on t^Dop!

She's ^Astanding in line at the c^Dhipper, ^GWaiting for her curry and ^Apeas, But d^Gying for s^Aome of that p^Dapaya and ^Grum, And the ^Gkiss of a ^Acoconut ^Dbreeze, Every n^Aight she feels a little bit^D older, Every ^Aday a little wetter an^Dd colder, She's bought a ^Gthong ^Abikini and a ^Dbig straw ^Ghat She's gonna^G go and she's ^Anot coming back!

She wants a ^DPiña Colada in a p^Aint glass... She wants to^D be where the summer won't ^Astop, She wants g^Gin clear water and mi^Alk white sand, A sun^Gburned nose and a d^Arink in her hand With a ^Gpink umb^Arella on t^Dop!

Every n^Aight she feels a little bit^D older, Every ^Aday a little wetter an^Dd colder, She's ^Acleaning up the tables on ^DSunday, But she's ^Gdreaming of the tropical ^Anight, Another ^Gfive or ^Aten in her ^Dpocket and ^Gthen, She'll be ^Gcloser to the ^Aprice of a ^Dflight! Every n^Aight she feels a little bit^D older, Every ^Aday a little wetter an^Dd colder, She plays ^GBeach Boys ^Arecords and she ^Ddances ^Galone, And ^Gbefore (before) ^Abefore she goes home...