Harry Belafonte — Melda Massi

Well I cried all night, not a policeman was in sight When Imelda get up off the bed-a, she start to play with my finger head-a I cried out "Stop it, Melda I ticklish, don’t play with my finger" Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger She said, "Daddy don’t groan, I’m going to bite you down to the bone" I felt no pain so what was the use to go and complain I felt no pain so what was thе use to go and complain. I cried out Lemmе go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go go-go-go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger She said, "Daddy it’s no use, the finger taste like pineapple juice " The louder I shout, the more finger Melda put in her mouth The louder I shout, the more finger Melda put in her mouth I cried out "Stop it, Melda I ticklish, not with the finger" Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ me finger Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go go-go-go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Well I cried all night, not a policeman was in sight When Emelda get up off the bed-a, she start to play with my finger head I cried out "Stop it, Melda I ticklish, don’t play with me finger " Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go oh Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger Lemme go Melda Marcy, you’re bitin’ my finger