Текст песни 10 Cc - Dreadlock Holiday

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.