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I know a triflin' man |
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They call him Triflin' Sam |
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He lives in Birmingham |
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Way down in Alabam' |
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Now the other night |
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He had a fight |
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With a gal named Mandy Brown |
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She plainly stated |
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She was aggravated |
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And she shouted out to him |
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Aggravatin' papa, don't you try to two-time me |
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I said, don't two-time me |
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Aggravatin' papa, treat me kind or let me be |
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I mean, just let me be |
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It's been a while, I'll get you told |
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Stop messin' round, sweet jellyroll |
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If you stay out with a high-brown baby |
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I'll smack you down, and I don't mean maybe |
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Aggravatin' papa, I'll do anything you say |
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Anything you say |
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But when you go struttin', do your strut around my way |
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So papa, just treat me pretty, be nice and kind |
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The way you treated me will make me lose my mind |
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Aggravatin' papa, don't you try to two-time me |
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Just treat me pretty, be nice and sweet |
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I got a darn forty-four that don't repeat |
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Aggravatin' papa, don't you try to two-time me |
