Dreadlock Holiday

Dreadlock Holiday - Boney M.

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 yeah

I don't like cricket oh no

I love it yeah

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

And I say I don't like reggae oh no

I love it hey

I don't like reggae yeah yeah

I love it oh yeah

Don't you cramp me style

Don't stick me on your bench

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 saying

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

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And I say don't like jamaica oh no

I love her oh yeah

Don't like jamaica oh no

I love her yeah

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

I don't like cricket oh no

I love it middle of sunny day

I don't like cricket oh no

I love it middle of sunny day

I don't like Jamaica oh no

I love her middle of sunny day

I don't like cricket oh no

I love it middle of sunny day

I don't like reggae oh no