It's Me Again Margaret

Well, there once was a feller named Jasper McClane

He was sick, maladjusted, kinda wrong in his brain

Every evening 'round midnight, he'd slip off alone

And call the same lady on the 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?"

Now the chief of detectives come around to her home

And eavesdropped upon them on her upstairs phone

It's me again, Margaret

Hello, is this Margaret?

You don't know me, Margaret

But you got blonde hair and a yellow Volkswagen

Now they called the South Central and they traced him on down

To a scroungy old phone booth on the outskirts of town

It was there that the vice squad with filled glasses red

Lipped on the oversexed man as he said

It's me again, Margaret

Hello, is this Margaret?

You don't know me, Margaret

But you can't guess what I'm doin'

Well, they cuffed him and they dragged him to the station downtown

They allowed him one phone call 'fore the jailer come around

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 won't miss me, Margaret

But I'll sure miss you

Yeah, it's me again, Margaret

Margaret, won't you tell 'em you know me or somethin'?

Look, I've been callin' you for a long time now