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 glimpse 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 a little like a military man.
lovely rita meter maid,
may i inquire discreetly,
when are you free to take some tea with me.
rita!
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 i nearly made it,
sitting on the 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
