Dreadlock Holiday (Live From London/1982)

Dreadlock Holiday (Live From London/1982) - 10cc

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 eh-o

I don't like cricket no no

I love it eh-o

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 hey

I don't like reggae no way

I love it hey

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

Dreadlock Holiday

Dreadlock Holiday

Dreadlock Holiday

Dreadlock Holiday

And I say

Don't like Jamaica no no

I love her hey

Don't like Jamaica

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 oh no

I love it Dreadlock Holiday

I don't like reggae no way

I love it Dreadlock Holiday

Don't like Jamaica eh

I love her Dreadlock Holiday

I don't like reggae oh no

I love it