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Gaelic Storm
Gaelic Storm


Background information
Origin Santa Monica, California, USA
Genre(s) Celtic Rock
Celtic
Years active 1996—present
Label(s) Lost Again Records
Website Website
Members
Patrick Murphy
Steve Twigger
Ryan Lacey
Peter Purvis
Jessie Burns
Former members
Shasha Zhang
Bob Banerjee
Tom Brown
Samantha Hunt
Kathleen Keane
Ellery Klein
Shep Lonsdale
Steve Wehmeyer
Brian Walsh



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Gaelic Storm Lyrics

"Piña Colada in a Pint Glass" lyrics


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 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!

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's 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's 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's a little wetter and colder,
She plays Beach Boys records and she dances alone,
And before (before) before she goes home...

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!

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!

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