Just some thoughts on Rita:

Aaaahhh. . . .

Lovely Rita, rita maid
You’re not so bonita babe.
Please let something come between us
When it gets dark, you want to come my way
Standing by the parking meter,
You want to blow us away

When I caught a glimpse of Rita
I really didn’t what to see her
Time will only tell how much
We remember you Rita

But it’s safe to say
We all think you should go away

Ahhhh . . . .

Rita ain’t so lovely so
Please don’t head our way.