Parking Fine Woman - New lyrics by Steve Bryant
I met a meter maid, she was working Gay Street.
She tried to claim that I was out of time.
She wrote the ticket and stuck it on my windshield.
The borough must be right out of its mind.
It’s the parking fine women.
Give us, give us, give us the parking fine blues.
They smoke cigarettes; always got a hate on
They stand around; wait for the time to pass.
Look hard enough for us to roller skate on.
They make borough parking a big pain in the ass.
It’s the parking fine women.
Give us, give us, give us the parking fine blues.
It’s the parking fine women.
Give us, give us, give us the parking fine blues.
