IT'S ME AGAIN MARGARET
(Craft)
Ray Stevens - 1985 


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..."