Dreadlock Holiday

Dreadlock Holiday - Boney M.

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 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 through my words you got to show some respect

Don't you walk through my words like 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

I say I don't like reggae no no I love it hey

I don't like reggae oh no I love it

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

Don't you walk through my words like 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

I say don't like jamaica I love her

Dreadlock holiday

I don't like cricket oh no

I love it dreadlock holiday

I don't like reggae oh no

I love it

I love it

I love it