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 
I don't like regaae 
I love it 
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' Pena 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 it you try it you'll like it 
And whollow in a Dreadlock Holyday. 

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.