Ring them bells, ye heathen. From the city that dreams,. Ring them bells from the sanctuaries. Cross the valleys and streams,. For they're deep and they're wide.
Rita May, Rita May. You got your body in the way. You're so damn nonchalant. But it's your mind that I want. . You got me huffin' and a-puffin'. Next to you I feel like nothin' Rita May.