DREADLOCK HOLIDAY - 10 CC

I was walking down the street, concentratin' on trucking 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

REFREIN
I say, I don't like cricket, 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 Ill 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 want it, Il take it off your hands,
And joel be sorry, you crossed me,
You better understand that you're alone,
A long way from home

REFREIN / CHORUS
And i say, i don't like reggae, i love it,
Dont you cramp me style, don't you queer me pitch
Dont 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 harder
He 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

REFREIN / CHORUS
And I say, don't like Jamaica, i love her,
Don't you walk through her words,
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through her words,
Cause you aint heard her out yet

I don't like cricket, I love it, i don't like reggae, i love it,