You Can't Do What My Last Man Did - Fats Waller, Anna Jones

Listen, daddy mine, what do you want of me?

I’ve been just as good as could be;

Now the love I had for you has turned to hate;

You don’t appreciate so, Daddy, there’s the gate

You can’t do what my last man did

Boss me around, and treat me like you did

I see right now you must be told

That I can’t stand a man that’s cold

Who can’t love me sufficiently

To make me forget my stupidity

He couldn’t love like a lover should

You’ve lost your nest, go east or west

But go, I need your soul

Now that last cruel papa, he blacked my eye

The next man who tries is doomed to die

Oh, you can’t do what my last man did

Now early this morning, you wanted to fight

'Cause you heard that I cabareted last night

Tried to take my money, and pawn my flat

Now you’ve worn the welcome clean off my mat

Daddy, you…

Now when the clock on the wall strikes half past three

I want all the things you took from me

'Cause you can’t do what my last man did