Well, there once was a feller named Willard McVane And he only had just one thought on his brain Every evening about midnight he'd sneak off alone And call the same lady on a pay telephone
It's me again, Margaret (Evil laughter) 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? The chief of detectives came round to her home And eavesdropped upon them on her upstairs phone
It's me again, Margaret (Evil laughter) Hello, is this Margaret? Margaret, I know it's you, Margaret Are you naked? (More evil laughter)
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 (Evil laughter) Hello? Is this, is this Margaret? (Evil laughter) 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 (Evil laughter) They got me, Margaret You ain't going to miss me, Margaret, I know that But I'll miss you (More evil laughter) 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!