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!
I don't like reggae oh no
I love it!
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"

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)

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