A catchy number from the from one of the legendary Seventies bands! 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 dont like cricket oh no I love it I dont like cricket no no I love it Dont you walk through my words You got to show some respect Dont you walk through my words Cause you aint heard me out yet. Well he looked down at my silver chain He said Ill give you one dollar I said youve got to be jokin man It was a present from me mother He said I like it I want it Ill take it off your hands And youll be sorry you crossed me Youd better understand that youre alone A long way from home. And I say I dont like reggae no no I love it I dont like regaae I love it Dont you cramp me style Dont you queer me pitch Dont you walk through my words Cause you aint heard me out yet. I hurried back to the swimming pool sippin Pina Colada I heard a dark voice beside me say Would you like something harder She said Ive got it you want it My harvest is the best And it you try it youll like it And wallow in a Dreadlock Holyday. And I say Dont like Jamaica oh no I love her Dont like Jamaica oh no I love her oh yea Dont you walk thru her words You got to show some respect Dont you walk thru her words Cause you aint heard her out yet. I dont like cricket I love it Dreadlock Holiday I dont like reggae I love it Dreadlock Holiday Dont like Jamaica I love her Dreadlock Holiday.
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 06:13:04 +0000
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