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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 I don't like cricket no no I love it Don't you walk thru' my words you got to show me 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 I don't like reggae I love it Don't you cramp my 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' Pena Calarda 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 whollow in a Dreadlock Holiday. And I say Don't like Jamaica oh no I love her Don't like Jamaica oh no 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 I love it Dreadlock Holiday I don't like reggae I love it Dreadlock Holiday Don't like Jamaica I love her Dreadlock Holiday.