Melda Massi Harry Belafonte

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