Sanoja: Beatles, The. Lovely Rita.

Lovely Rita meter maid.

Lovely Rita meter maid.

Lovely Rita meter maid.

Nothing can come between us,

When it gets dark I tow your heart away.

Standing by a parking meter,

When I caught a glipmse of Rita,

Filling in a ticket in her little white book.

In a cap she looked much older,

And the bag across her shoulder

Made her look like a military man.

Lovely Rita meter maid,

May I inquire discreetly,

When you are free,

To take some tea with me.

Took her out and tried to win her,

Had a laugh and over dinner,

Told her I would really like to see her again,

Got the bill and Rita paid it

Took her home and nearly made it

Sitting ona sofa with a sister or two.

Oh, lovely Rita meter maid,

Where would I be without you.

Give us a wink and make me think of you.