text: John: My guitar still seems to go in and out like its--like the leads wrong
  John: I did a freak out one then, one of them where you dont know what youre doing, just a funny 
  Paul: Keep that one
  John: Alright, lets go
  Paul: One, two, three, four
  Paul: Et laudate, cum una voce reclamamus, non nobis solum sed toti mundo nati
  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
  Lovely meter maid
  Rita, meter maid
  Oh Lovely Rita meter, meter maid
  John: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, I refuse to go