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!