Lyrics Dreadlock Holiday - 10cc
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
don't
like
cricket
(Oh
no!)
I
love
it
I
don't
like
cricket
(No
no!)
I
love
it
Don't
you
walk
thru'
my
words,
You
got
to
show
some
respect.
Don't
you
walk
thru'
my
words,
'Cause
you
ain't
heard
me
out
yet.
Well
he
looked
down
at
my
silver
chain,
He
said
"I'll
give
you
one
dollar"
I
said
you've
got
to
be
jokin'
man
It
was
a
present
from
me
mother
He
said
"I
like
it,
I
want
it,
I'll
take
it
off
your
hands.
And
you'll
be
sorry
you
crossed
me.
You'd
better
understand
that
you're
alone,
A
long
way
from
home"
And
I
say
I
don't
like
reggae
(No
no!)
I
love
it
(Eh!)
I
don't
like
reggae
(No!)
I
love
it
(Eh!)
Don't
you
cramp
me
style
Don't
you
queer
me
pitch
Don't
you
walk
thru'
my
words,
'Cause
you
ain't
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
harder?"
She
said,
"I've
got
it.
You
want
it.
My
harvest
is
the
best.
And
if
you
try
it,
you'll
like
it.
And
wallow
in
a
Dreadlock
Holiday"
And
I
say
Don't
like
Jamaica
(Oh
no!)
I
love
her
(Eh!)
Don't
like
Jamaica
(Oh
no!)
I
love
her
(Oh
yeah!)
Don't
you
walk
thru'
her
words,
You
got
to
show
some
respect.
Don't
you
walk
thru'
her
words,
'Cause
you
ain't
heard
her
out
yet.
I
don't
like
cricket
(Oh
no!)
I
love
it
(Dreadlock
Holiday)
I
don't
like
reggae
(Oh
no!)
I
love
it
(Dreadlock
Holiday)
Don't
like
Jamaica
(Eh!)
I
love
her
(Dreadlock
Holiday)
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