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, 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

Dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday?



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