Alberta Hunter Aggravatin Papa Lyrics

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!