| Gaelic Storm | A-Dur | Siegi |
Gitarre
| A | D | A | A | D | A | D |
La, La La La, La, La la la, La, La La La, La, La la la, La, La La La, La, La la la
Strophe 1
| A | D | G | A |
She’s working as a waitress in Dublin, filling up the tourists with beer
| G | A | D | G | G | A | D |
Stashing away a little cash every day, for a ticket to ride out of here
PreChorus
| A | D | A | D |
Every night she feels a little bit older, every day’s a little wetter and colder
| G | A | D | G | G | A |
No more rain for this Irish Rose, she’s gonna go (She’s gonna go!) where the palm trees grow
Chorus
| D | A | D | A |
She wants a Piña Colada in a pint glass…, she wants to be where the summer won’t stop
| G | A | G | A |
She wants gin clear water and milk white sand, a sunburned nose and a drink in her hand
| G | A | D |
With a pink umbrella on top!
Strophe 2
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
PreChorus
Chorus
La, La La La, La, La la la, La, La La La, La, La la la, La, La La La, La, La la la
PreChorus
Strophe 3
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!,
Strophe 4
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…
2 x Chorus
With a pink umbrella on top! With a pink umbrella on top! With a pink umbrella on top!
Gitarre /tatata