10 CC - Dreadlock Holiday

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

Chorus:
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 through my words
got to show me respect don´t you walk through my words ´cause you ain´t herad me out yet

Well he looked down at my silver chain he said I´ll give you one dollar
I said you got to be jokin´ man, it was a present from my 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!

Chorus:
I say I don´t like raggae no no
I love it I don´t like reggae
I love it don´t you cramp me style
dont´t you queer me pitch dont you walk through my words ´cause you ain´t heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool sinkin´pina calarda
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 whollow in a dreadlock holiday

Chorus:
I say don´t like jamaica oh no
I love her don´t like jamaica oh no
I love her oh yeah don´t you walk through her words
got to show some respect don´t you walk through her words ´cause you ain´t heard her out

I don´t like cricket I love it dreadlock holiday
I don´t like reggae I love it dreadlock holiday
I don´t like jamaica I love it dreadlock holiday