Well,
there once was a fella named Willard McBain
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
He he he he he he he
Hello,
is this Margaret?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
You don't know me, Margaret
He he he he
But I know you
He he he he he he
Well,
this upset the lady and it gave her the blues
So she called up the police and said,
what shall I do?
Well,
the chief of detectives came around to her home
And he's dropped upon them on her upstairs phone
It's me again, Margaret He he he he he he
Hello, is this Margaret?
Ha
ha ha ha ha
Margaret,
I know it's you, Margaret Are you naked?
Ha ha
ha ha ha he he he he he he
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Well,
they called up Marlbill 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 rang The lips of that amorous man as he sang
It's me again, Margaret He he he he he he he
Hello,
is this Margaret?
Ha ha ha ha ha
I know it's you, Margaret
He he he he he he ha ha ha
I bet you can't guess what I'm doing
He he he he he he he ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Well,
they cuffed him and dragged him to the station downtown
And they allowed him one phone call before the jailer came around
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 He he he he he he he
They got me,
Margaret Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
You ain't gonna miss me,
Margaret I know that But I'll miss you
And when I get out,
Margaret I'll poke up old Brad with a weed feeder
And a live chicken And some beets preserved
We'll have a big old time,
Margaret Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha