Aggravatin' Papa (Don't You Try to Two-Time Me) - Alberta Hunter

I know a triflin' man,

They call him Triflin' Sam,

He lives in Birmingham,

'Way down in Alabam,

Now, the other night,

He had a fight

With a gal called Mandy Brim,

She sadly stated, she was aggravated,

And she yelled these words to him:

Aggravatin' Papa, don’t try to two-time me!

Aggravatin' Papa, treat me kind or let me be;

Listen while I get you told,

Stop messin' round with my jellyroll,

If I catch you out with your high-brown baby,

I’ll smack you down, and I don’t mean maybe!

Aggravatin' Papa, I’ll do anything you say,

But when you start to running, don’t you run around my way;

Now, Papa, treat me pretty, nice and sweet,

'Cause I possess a forty-four that don’t repeat,

So, Aggravatin' Papa, don’t try to two-time me!

Aggravatin' Papa, don’t try to two-time me!

Aggravatin' Papa, treat me kind or let me be;

Listen while I get you told,

Stop messin' round with my jellyroll,

If I catch you out with your high-brown baby,

I’ll smack you down, and I don’t mean maybe!

Aggravatin' Papa, I’ll do anything you say,

But when you start to running, don’t you run around my way;

Got one hand on my razor, one arm around my gun,

If I catch you foolin' round, I’ll tear your doghouse down,

So, Aggravatin' Papa, don’t try to two-time me!