10cc
Deadlock 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
I don`t like cricket no no
I love it
Don`t you walk through my words
Got to show some respect
Don`t you walk through 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 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!"

I say
I don`t like reggae no no
I love it
I don`t like reggae
I love it
Don`t you cramp me style
Don`t you queer me pitch
Don`t you walk through my words
`Cause you ain`t heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin` Pina 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 through her words
Got to show some respect
Don`t you walk through 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 it DREADLOCK HOLIDAY