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Recorded by Harry Belafonte Recording date: Nov 9, 1955 (14:00-17:00 & 18:00-21:00) Recorded at RCA Victor Studio, New York City. Master number: F2PB 7812-4 Playing time: 3:10 Producer: Edward O. Welker Millard Thomas: guitar; Lord Burgess: guitar; Franz Casseus: guitar; Al Hall: bass; Norman Keenan: bass; Kelly Martin: drums. CD: BCD16262EL |
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Lyrics: 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 the use to go and complain. I cried out, " 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 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 |
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