somewhere in the net I found ....
Pina Colada Song
ESCAPE (THE PINA COLADA SONG)
Rupert Holmes 1979
I was tired of my lady,
We've been together too long.
Like a worn-out recording,
Of a favorite song.
So while she lay there sleeping,
I read the paper in bed.
And in the personals column,
There was this letter I read:
"If you like Pina Coladas,
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.
I'm the lady you've looked for,
Write to me, and escape."
I didn't think about my lady,
I know that sounds kind of mean.
But me and my old lady,
Have fallen into the 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 Coladas,
And getting caught in the rain.
I'm not much into health food,
I am into champagne.
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon,
And cut through all this red tape.
At a bar called O'Malley's,
Where we'll plan our escape."
So I waited with high hopes,
Then 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, "Oh, it's you."
And we laughed for a moment,
And I said, "I never knew..
That you liked Pina Coladas,
And getting caught in the rain.
And the feel of the ocean,
And the taste of champagne.
If you like making love at midnight,
In the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for,
Come with me, and escape."
"If you like Pina Coladas,
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.
I'm the lady you've looked for,
Write to me, and escape.
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Josh
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I see someone else has provided "Escape," so I'll give you your other
request.
HIM
Words and music by Rupert Holmes
Over by the wondow
There's a pack of cigarettes
Not my brand, you understand
Sometimes the girl forgets
She forgets to hide them,
I know who left those smokes behind.
She says, "Oh, he's just a friend."
And I say "Oh, I'm not blind!"
To Him, Him, Him
What's she gonna do about him
She's gonna have to do without him
Or do without
Me, me, me
No one gets to get it for free.
It's me or it's him.
Don't know what he looks like
Don't know who he is,
Don't know why
She thought that I
Would say what's mine is his.
I don't want to own her,
but I can't let her have it both ways
Three is one too many of us
She leaves with me or stays
With Him, Him, Him
What's she gonna do about him
She's gonna have to do without him
Or do without
Me, me, me
No one gets to get it for free.
Woo woo oo oo oo...
If she wants him she can have him
Just exactly how we once were
Say goodbye to he and I
And back to me and her
Without Him, Him, Him
What's she gonna do about him
She's gonna have to do without him
Or do without
Me, me, me
No one gets to get it for free.
Time for me to make the girl see
It's me or it's Him, Him, Him
What's she gonna do about him
She's gonna have to do without him
Or do without
Me, me, me
No one gets to get it for free.
It's me or it's him.
It's me or it's him.