It's Me Again, Margaret Songtext
von Ray Stevens
It's Me Again, Margaret Songtext
Well, there once was a fella named Willard McBane
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
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?"
Well, the chief of detectives came 'round to her home
And eavesdropped upon them on her upstairs phone
"It's me again, Margaret
Hello, is this Margaret?
I know it′s you, 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
Lips of that amorous man as he said
"It′s me again, Margaret
Hello? Is this Margaret?
I know it's you, Margaret
Wanna hear me bark like ren ten ten"
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
They got me, Margaret
You ain't gon′ miss me, Margaret, I know that
But I'll miss you
And when I get out, Margaret
I'm going to come over there with a weed-eater
And a live chicken, and some cool whip
We′ll have a big old time, Margaret!"
Why, yes, ma′am, you can post bond right over here
Mr. McBang, please
That'd be 350 dollars
And, uh, how much for those handcuffs?
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
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?"
Well, the chief of detectives came 'round to her home
And eavesdropped upon them on her upstairs phone
"It's me again, Margaret
Hello, is this Margaret?
I know it′s you, 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
Lips of that amorous man as he said
"It′s me again, Margaret
Hello? Is this Margaret?
I know it's you, Margaret
Wanna hear me bark like ren ten ten"
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
They got me, Margaret
You ain't gon′ miss me, Margaret, I know that
But I'll miss you
And when I get out, Margaret
I'm going to come over there with a weed-eater
And a live chicken, and some cool whip
We′ll have a big old time, Margaret!"
Why, yes, ma′am, you can post bond right over here
Mr. McBang, please
That'd be 350 dollars
And, uh, how much for those handcuffs?
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