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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 regaae
I love it
Don't you cramp me 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 it you try it you'll like it
And whollow in a Dreadlock Holyday.

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 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 regaae    I love it    Don't you cramp me 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 it you try it you'll like it    And whollow in a Dreadlock Holyday.       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.