Текст песни Dreadlock Holiday, 10 Cc

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 oh 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
I don t like reggae oh no
I love it
Don t you cramp me style
Don t you queer on 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 coladas
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
Don t like Jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
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
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
I don t like reggae
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
Don t like Jamaica
I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)

I hurried back to the swimming pool