Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LaVern Baker
LaVern Baker
Vocals
Wendell Marshall
Wendell Marshall
Bass Guitar
Joe Marshall
Joe Marshall
Drums
Danny Barker
Danny Barker
Guitar
Nat Pierce
Nat Pierce
Piano
Sahib Shihbab
Sahib Shihbab
Saxophone
Paul Quincette
Paul Quincette
Tenor Saxophone
Vic Dickerson
Vic Dickerson
Trombone
Buck Clayton
Buck Clayton
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Songwriter
H. Webman
H. Webman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nesuhi Ertegun
Nesuhi Ertegun
Producer

Lyrics

Honey, there's a funny feeling 'round my heart, And it's bound to drive your mama wild It must be something they call the Cuban Doll1, It weren't your mama's angel child I went to see the doctor the other day, he said I's well as well could be But I said, "Doctor, you don't know really what's worrying me" I want to be somebody's baby doll so I can get my loving all the time I want to be somebody's baby doll to ease my mind He can be ugly, he can be black, So long as he can eagle rock and ball the jack I want to be somebody's baby doll so I can get my lovin' all the time, I mean to get my lovin' all the time Lord, I went to the gypsy to get my fortune told, She said you in hard luck, Bessie, doggone your bad luck soul I want to be somebody's baby doll so I can get my lovin' all the time, I mean to get my lovin' all the time
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