Dreadlock Holiday
Composer(s): Graham Gouldman - Eric Stewart
Performer(s): 10cc - 1978



I was walkin' down the street
concentrating on trucking 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 through my words 
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through my words 
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet

Well, he looked down on my silver chain
He said: 'I'll give you one dollar'
I said: 'You've got to be joking, 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 better understand 
That you're alone (a long way from home)

And I say, I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it
I don't like Reggae, oh no, 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
sinking Pina Colada
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 
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through her words 
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet

I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday) 
I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday) 
I don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her (Dreadlock holiday)