Текст песни Dreadlock Holiday, 10 Cc
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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 |