"Dear Rita" lyrics

You wore a golden crucifix
Loved the taste of Silk Cut Silver on your lips
And Agatha Christie's were your favourite murder mysteries
We'd watch re-runs, eating homemade chips

Oh dear Rita, nice to meet ya
Do you remember how
I used to be your pride and joy
Oh dear Rita, you seem sweeter
Every time I come around
I'll always be your sonny boy
Oh my Rita, oh my Rita, oh my Rita
Oh my Rita, oh my Rita, oh my Rita

Your council flat was only small
With family portraits and shillelaghs on the wall
You'd win my money playing scabby queen and rummy
But now you've forgotten all the rules

Oh dear Rita, nice to meet ya
Do you remember how
I used to be your pride and joy?
Oh dear Rita, you seem sweeter
Every time I come around
I'll always be your sonny boy
Oh my Rita, oh my Rita, oh my Rita
Oh my Rita, oh my Rita, oh my Rita

I came to see you on my lunch
You haven't said my name in a few months
If you forget me, don't worry, girl, it won't upset me
I'll remember for the both of us

Oh dear Rita, nice to meet ya
Do you remember how
I used to be your pride and joy?
Oh dear Rita, you seem sweeter
Every time I come around
I'll always be your sonny boy
Oh my Rita, oh my Rita, oh my Rita
Oh my Rita, oh my Rita, oh my Rita
Oh my Rita, oh my Rita, oh my Rita
Oh my Rita, oh my Rita, oh my Rita