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Its Me Again, Margaret
Artist Ray Stevens

Well, there once was a feller
named Willard McVane
And he only had just
one thought on his brain
Every evening 'round midnight
he'd sneak off alone
And call the same lady
on a pay telephone

"It's me again, Margaret...
are you there, Margaret?
I know... I know it's you, 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 do I do?"
The Chief of Detectives
came round to her home
And eavesdropped upon
them on her upstairs phone
"It's me again, 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 Margaret?
Bet you can't guess what I'm doing..."










 

Well, they cuffed him and they dragged
him to the jailhouse downtown
And they allowed him one phone
call 'fore the jailer came round
Well, he wet his chapped lips
and he cleared his young throat
And he dialed up the number
and softly he spoke

"It's me again, Margaret...
They got me, Margaret.
You won't miss me,
Margaret, but I'll miss you... hoo hoo

And when I get out I'll come over and we'll have a party
and I'll bring a live chicken.. and some peach preserves!
Oh, we'll have a real good time..."


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