Boney M. - Dreadlock Holiday Lyrics
I was walkin down the streetConcentratin on truckin rightI heard a dark voice beside of meAnd I looked round in a state of frightI saw four faces one mad a brother from the gutterThey looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other(I say) I dont like cricket-a oh no I love it-a yeahI dont like cricket-a no no I love it-a yeahDont you walk through my words you got to show some respectDont you walk through my words cause you aint heard me out yetWell he looked down at my silver chainHe said Ill give you one dollarI said youve got to be joking manIt was a present from me motherHe said I like it I wan it Ill take it off your handsAn youll be sorry youd crossed meYoud better understand that youre a long, a long way from home(and I say) I dont like reggae-a no no I love it-a heyI dont like reggae-a yeah yeah I love it-a oh yeahDont you cramp me style dont you queer me pitchDont you walk through my words cause youAint heard me out yetI hurried back to the swimming poolSinkin pina coladaI heard a dark voice beside me sayWould you like something hotterShe said Ive got it you wan it my harvest is the bestAnd if you try it youll like it and wallow in theDreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday(and I say) dont like jamaica oh no I love her heyDont like jamaica oh no I love her oh yehDont you walk through my words you got to show some respectDont you walk through my words cause you aint heard me out yetI dont like cricket-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holidayI dont like reggae-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holidayDont like jamaica hey I love her dreadlock holidayI dont like cricket-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holidayI dont like reggae
