A trifling man came home one night

And tiptoed to his door

To his despair, his little wifie was there

Waitin' to lay down the law



Said she, "I'm thru, I'm really sick of you

Get out, stay out, and be on your way"

Well he dropped down on his knees

Cried "oh, please",

But this is all she had to say:



Get up, get up, off your knees papa

You can't win me back that way

Turn in, turn in all your keys papa

You really goin' this time to stay

I discovered that you're the worst man in this town

Looks like you're fond of keepin' on going lower down

Get up, get up, off your knees papa

You can't win me back that way



Get right up off your knees papa

I'm tellin' you, you can't win me back that way

Turn in all your keys papa

Cause I put you out this time to stay

You're so blamed crooked, here are blades

Looks like it's a hard matter for you to keep your head up straight

So get up off your knees papa

You can't win me back that way



Anyhow. Stand up when you're makin' your pleas

No use you wearin' out your knees

I heard someone say right next door

Look mighty strange down there on all fours

Stop it, down like that

What in the devil anyhow can you be drivin' at?

So get up and stay up off your knees papa

You can't win me back that way

- Besides it looks suspicious -

And you can't win me back that way.