It's Me Again Margaret

Well, there once was a feller named Willard McBane And he only had just one thought on his brain Every evening about midnight he'd slip off alone And call the same lady on a pay telephone "It's me again, Margaret Hello, is this Margaret? You don't know me, Margaret But I know you" Well, this upset the lady and it gave her the blues So she called up the police, said "What shall I do?" Well, the chief of detectives came 'round to her home And eavesdropped upon them on her upstairs phone "It's me again, Margaret Hello, is this Margaret? Margaret, I know it's you, Margaret Are you naked?" Well, they called up Ma Bell and they traced him on down To a funky old phone booth on the outskirts of town It was there that the vice squad with their field glasses read The lips of that amorous man as he said "It's me again, Margaret Hello? Is this... is this Margaret? I know it's you, Margaret I bet you can't guess what I'm doing" Well, they cuffed him and dragged him to the station downtown And they allowed him one phone call 'fore the jailer came round He wet his chapped lips and he cleared his young throat Then he dialed the telephone and softly he spoke "It's me again, Margaret They got me, Margaret You ain't going to miss me, Margaret, I know that But I'll miss you And when I get out, Margaret I'm going to come over there with an egg beater And a live chicken, and some peach preserves We'll have a good old time, Margaret!"