We're the Sgt. Lotte Lonely Hearts Club Band

Lovely Lotte, 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 Lotte
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 Lotte, meter maid
May I inquire discreetly
When are you free to take some tea with me?
Lotte!
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 Lotte paid it
Took her home, I nearly made it
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two
Oh, lovely Lotte, meter maid
Where would I be without you
Give us a wink and make me think of you