| 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 oh 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) |
| I hurried back to the swimming pool |