[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial language. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.]
a popular song from 1922
words and music by Roy Turk and J. Russel Robinson
The sheet music:
Accompaniment – player piano roll:
Lyrics
1. 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 named Mandy Brymm
And she plainly stated she was aggravated, as she shouted out to him:
Chorus
“Aggravatin’ papa, don’t you try to two-time me, I said, ‘don’t two-time me!’
Aggravatin’ papa, treat me kind or let me be, I mean, ‘just let me be’
Listen while I get you told, stop messin’ ’round, sweet jelly roll
If you step out with a high brown baby
I’ll smack you down and I don’t mean “maybe”
“Aggravatin’ papa, I’ll do anything you say, Yes, anything you say
But when you go struttin’, do your struttin’ ’round my way
1st time
(So papa, just treat me pretty, be nice and sweet
‘Cause I possess a forty four that don’t repeat)
2nd time
(Now papa, you best be careful as you can be
‘Cause I can beat you doin’ what you’re doin’ me)
3rd time
(Now papa, once you were steady, once you were true
But papa, now sweet mamma can’t depend on you)
Aggravatin’ papa, don’t you try to two-time me!”
2. Now I don’t mean to scold, but I must get you told
Keep flirtin’ ’round so bold, you’ll see my love grow cold
Don’t care who she is, or what she does, ain’t a gal in this here town
That can love and pet you like your own sweet mamma, so you’d better throw ’em down
Sung here by Fred Feild: