Well there once was a feller
Named Willard McMain
And he only had
Just one thought on his brain
Ev'ry evenin' about midnight
He'd slip off alone
And call the same lady
On a pay telephone
It's me again Margret!
Hello, is this Margret?
You don't know me Margret,
But I know you.
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 cheif off detectives
Came 'round to her home
And eavesdropped upon them
On her upstairs phone
It's me again Margaret!
Hello, is this Margaret?
Margret, I know it's you Margret.
Are you necked?
Well they called up Mall Bill
and they traced him on down
To a funky old phone booth
On the out skirts of town
It was there that the Byce Squad
With their feild glasses raised
The lips of that amoris man as he said
It's me again Margret!
Hello, is this-is it Margret?
I know it's you Margret!
I bet you can't guess what
I'M doin'!
Well they cuffed him
And dragged him to the station downtown
And they aloud 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
Softly he spoke
It's me again Margret!
They got me Margret!
You ain't gonna miss me Magret
I know that
But I'll miss you!
And when I get out Margret
We'll have a party with a weedeater
And a live chicken and some
PEACH PERSERVES!!!
We'll have a great ol' time Margret!
