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?