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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...
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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 |
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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...
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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...
And when I get out I'll come over and we'll have a party
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