this is what i play , capo on second fret to play along with the original
A D
la , la la la , la , la la la
A D
la , la la la , la , la la la
A D
she’s working as a waitress in dublin ,
G A
filling up the tourists with beer ,
G A D G
stashing away a little cash every day ,
G A D
for a ticket to ride out of here ,
A D
every night she feels a little bit older ,
A D
every day a little wetter and colder ,
G A D G
no more rain for this irish rose ,
G A
she’s gonna go ( she’s gonna go! ) where the palm trees grow .
refrain :
D A
she wants a pina colada in a pint glass . . .
D A
she wants to be where the summer won’t stop ,
G A
she wants gin clear water and milk white sand ,
G A
a sunburned nose and a drink in her hand
G A D
with a pink umbrella on top!
A D
she’s standing in line at the chipper ,
G A
waiting for her curry and peas ,
G A D G
but dying for some of that papaya and rum ,
G A D
and the kiss of a coconut breeze ,
A D
every night she feels a little bit older ,
A D
every day a little wetter and colder ,
G A D G
she’s bought a thong bikini and a big straw hat
G A
she’s gonna go and she’s not coming back!
refrain :
D A
she wants a pina colada in a pint glass . . .
D A
she wants to be where the summer won’t stop ,
G A
she wants gin clear water and milk white sand ,
G A
a sunburned nose and a drink in her hand
G A D
with a pink umbrella on top!
A D
every night she feels a little bit older ,
A D
every day a little wetter and colder ,
A D
she’s cleaning up the tables on sunday ,
G A
but she’s dreaming of the tropical night ,
G A D G
another five or ten in her pocket and then ,
G A D
she’ll be closer to the price of a flight!
A D
every night she feels a little bit older ,
A D
every day a little wetter and colder ,
G A D G
she plays beach boys records and she dances alone ,
G A
and before ( before ) before she goes home . . .
this is what i play , capo on second fret to play along with the original
A D
la , la la la , la , la la la
A D
la , la la la , la , la la la
A D
she’s working as a waitress in dublin ,
G A
filling up the tourists with beer ,
G A D G
stashing away a little cash every day ,
G A D
for a ticket to ride out of here ,
A D
every night she feels a little bit older ,
A D
every day a little wetter and colder ,
G A D G
no more rain for this irish rose ,
G A
she’s gonna go ( she’s gonna go! ) where the palm trees grow .
refrain :
D A
she wants a pina colada in a pint glass . . .
D A
she wants to be where the summer won’t stop ,
G A
she wants gin clear water and milk white sand ,
G A
a sunburned nose and a drink in her hand
G A D
with a pink umbrella on top!
A D
she’s standing in line at the chipper ,
G A
waiting for her curry and peas ,
G A D G
but dying for some of that papaya and rum ,
G A D
and the kiss of a coconut breeze ,
A D
every night she feels a little bit older ,
A D
every day a little wetter and colder ,
G A D G
she’s bought a thong bikini and a big straw hat
G A
she’s gonna go and she’s not coming back!
refrain :
D A
she wants a pina colada in a pint glass . . .
D A
she wants to be where the summer won’t stop ,
G A
she wants gin clear water and milk white sand ,
G A
a sunburned nose and a drink in her hand
G A D
with a pink umbrella on top!
A D
every night she feels a little bit older ,
A D
every day a little wetter and colder ,
A D
she’s cleaning up the tables on sunday ,
G A
but she’s dreaming of the tropical night ,
G A D G
another five or ten in her pocket and then ,
G A D
she’ll be closer to the price of a flight!
A D
every night she feels a little bit older ,
A D
every day a little wetter and colder ,
G A D G
she plays beach boys records and she dances alone ,
G A
and before ( before ) before she goes home . . .
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