I was walkin down the street
Concentratin on truckin right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces one mad a brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other
(I say) I dont like cricket-a oh no I love it-a yeah
I dont like cricket-a no no I love it-a yeah
Dont you walk through my words you got to show some respect
Dont you walk through my words cause you aint heard me out yet
Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said Ill give you one dollar
I said youve got to be joking man
It was a present from me mother
He said I like it I wan it Ill take it off your hands
An youll be sorry youd crossed me
Youd better understand that youre a long, a long way from home
(and I say) I dont like reggae-a no no I love it-a hey
I dont like reggae-a yeah yeah I love it-a oh yeah
Dont you cramp me style dont you queer me pitch
Dont you walk through my words cause you
Aint heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin pina colada
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something hotter
She said Ive got it you wan it my harvest is the best
And if you try it youll like it and wallow in the
Dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday
(and I say) dont like jamaica oh no I love her hey
Dont like jamaica oh no I love her oh yeh
Dont you walk through my words you got to show some respect
Dont you walk through my words cause you aint heard me out yet
I dont like cricket-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holiday
I dont like reggae-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holiday
Dont like jamaica hey I love her dreadlock holiday
I dont like cricket-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holiday
I dont like reggae