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10 Cc - Dreadlock Holiday
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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 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 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, yeah 
I don't like reggae, I love it, yeah
Don't you cramp me style 
Don't you queer on 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 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 bestAnd 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, yeah 
Don't like Jamaica, oh no 
I love her, oh yeah

Don't you walk through her words 
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through her words 
`Cause you ain't heard her out yet

I don't like cricket, oh no 
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
I don't like reggae, oh no 
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
Don't like Jamaica, hey 
I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)