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 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 (Eh!)
I don't like reggae (No!)
I love it (Eh!)
Don't you cramp me style
Don't you queer 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 colada
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 (Eh!)
Don't like Jamaica (Oh no!)
I love her (Oh yeah!)
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 (Oh no!)
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
Don't like Jamaica (Eh!)
I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)
