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 oh 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 reggae oh no 

I love it 

Don't you cramp me style 

Don't you queer on 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' 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 best 

And 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 

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)  

   

I hurried back to the swimming pool