| 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 |