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-a oh no i love it-a yeah

I don't like cricket-a no no i love it-a yeah



Don't you walk through my words you got to show some respect

Don't you walk through 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 joking man

It was a present from me mother"

He said "i like it i wan' it i'll take it off your hands

An' you'll be sorry you'd crossed me

You'd better understand that you're a long, a long way from home"



(and i say) i don't like reggae-a no no i love it-a hey

I don't like reggae-a yeah yeah i love it-a oh yeah



Don't you cramp me style don't you queer me pitch

Don't you walk through 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 hotter"

She said "i've got it you wan' it my harvest is the best

And if you try it you'll like it and wallow in the

Dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday"



(and i say) don't like jamaica oh no i love her hey

Don't like jamaica oh no i love her oh yeh



Don't you walk through my words you got to show some respect

Don't you walk through my words 'cause you ain't heard me out yet



I don't like cricket-a oh no i love it-a dreadlock holiday

I don't like reggae-a oh no i love it-a dreadlock holiday

Don't like jamaica hey i love her dreadlock holiday

I don't like cricket-a oh no i love it-a dreadlock holiday

I don't like reggae


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