It's Me Again, Margaret

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?