Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aggravatin’ Papa, artist - Bessie Smith. Date of issue: 31.08.2005
Song language: English
Aggravatin’ Papa |
| I know a drivin' man, |
| They call him Driver Sam, |
| He lives in Birmingham, |
| Way down in Alabam. |
| Now, the other night |
| He had a fight with a gal named Mandy Brown, |
| She kept on saying he was aggravatin', |
| And she shouted out to him: |
| 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! |
| It’s been awhile, I’ll get you told, |
| Stop messin' round, sweet jellyroll. |
| If you stay 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, |
| Anything you say, |
| But when you go struttin', do your strut around my way! |
| So, papa, just treat me pretty, be nice and kind! |
| The way you treated me will make me lose my mind! |
| Aggravatin' Papa, don’t you try to two-time me! |
| Just treat me pretty, be nice and sweet! |
| I got a darn forty-four that don’t repeat, |
| Aggravatin' Papa, don’t you try to two-time me! |