Karaoké Dreadlock Holiday 10cc

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 uh, oh no

I love it, uh

I don't like cricket uh, oh no

I love it uh, yeah

Don't you walk through my words you got to show some respect

Don't you walk through my words 'cos 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, oh no

I love it, uh

I don't like reggae, oh no

I love it, yeah

Don't you cramp me style don't you queer me pitch

Don't you walk through my words 'cos you ain't heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool

Sippin' piña 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 wallow in a dreadlock holiday dreadlock holiday

And I say don't like Jamaica, oh no

I love her, weeh yeah

Don't like Jamaica, oh no

I love her, yeah yeah

Don't you walk through her words you got to show some respect

Don't you walk through her words 'cos you ain't heard her out yet

I don't like cricket uh, oh no

I love it, ooh yeah

I don't like reggae, oh no

I love it, ooh yeah

I don't like Jamaica, yeah yeah

I love her