My guitar still seems to go in and out, like it's like the lead's wrong. I did a freak out one then, one of them you don't know what you're doing. Just do it for me please. Keep that one. Alright, let's go. One, two, three, four. It's loud out there, can't do no work. Wrecked loud hours, no nervous solos. Totem on the night. 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 the ticket in her little white book. In her 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 and nearly made it. Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two. Lovely Rita, meter maid. Where would I be without you? Give us a wink and make me think of you. Lovely Rita, meter maid. Rita, meter maid. Oh, lovely Rita, meter maid. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Oh no, no, no, no, no. I refuse to go.