Aggravatin Papa lyrics

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:

Aggravating 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!
Aggravating 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!

Aggravating 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!
Aggravating 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!