Lyrics
I was walkin' down the street<BR>Concentratin' on truckin' right<BR>I heard a dark voice beside of me<BR>And I looked round in a state of fright<BR>I saw four faces one mad<BR>A brother from the gutter<BR>They looked me up and down a bit<BR>And turned to each other<BR><BR>I say<BR>I don't like cricket oh no<BR>I love it<BR>I don't like cricket oh no<BR>I love it<BR>Don't you walk thru my words<BR>You got to show some respect<BR>Don't you walk thru my words<BR>'Cause you ain't heard me out yet<BR><BR>Well he looked down at my silver chain<BR>He said I'll give you one dollar<BR>I said you've got to be jokin' man<BR>It was a present from me Mother<BR>He said I like it I want it<BR>I'll take it off your hands<BR>And you'll be sorry you crossed me<BR>You'd better understand that you're alone<BR>A long way from home<BR><BR>And I say<BR>I don't like reggae no no<BR>I love it<BR>I don't like reggae oh no<BR>I love it<BR>Don't you cramp me style<BR>Don't you queer on me pitch<BR>Don't you walk thru my words<BR>'Cause you ain't heard me out yet<BR><BR>I hurried back to the swimming pool<BR>Sinkin' pina coladas<BR>I heard a dark voice beside me say<BR>Would you like something harder<BR>She said I've got it you want it<BR>My harvest is the best<BR>And if you try it you'll like it<BR>And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday<BR><BR>And I say<BR>Don't like Jamaica oh no<BR>I love her<BR>Don't like Jamaica oh no<BR>I love her oh yea<BR>Don't you walk thru her words<BR>You got to show some respect<BR>Don't you walk thru her words<BR>'Cause you ain't heard her out yet<BR><BR>I don't like cricket<BR>I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)<BR>I don't like reggae<BR>I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)<BR>Don't like Jamaica<BR>I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)