Aggravatin papa

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!