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| IT'S ME AGAIN MARGARET !!! |
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| 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..." |
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