Murdered Rita

Beloved Rita has recently been killed Recently killed, but not with a knife Killed not by a bullet, nor even by a crowbar Killed not by a word, nor by a dirty hint And by what, you ask, was Rita killed? Rita was killed by a meteorite, by a meteorite Rita was killed! Be you cursed, messenger of the stars Be you cursed, messenger of the stars With her optimism, with her appetite With her love of life, Rita saved me more than once And now she's been killed by a meteorite Be you cursed, messenger of the stars I hate you, I hate you, you bastard!!! Wasn't there enough room in the universe? Was there really nowhere else to fly? Shit, shit!!! Ahh... A one-in-a-hundred-two-million chance! No! One in a hundred and three billion! My, my Rita is killed, killed, killed, killed!!! Killed by a meteorite! And how wonderful it was for the three of us! You, me, and our love! By what? By what was she killed? What? You're asking by what? Not killed by a crowbar! Rita was killed by a meteorite! Be you cursed, messenger of the stars! I hate it, all sorts of shit flying around here, wasn't there enough room in the universe! You son of a bitch!