Dreadluck Holiday lyrics

Artist  : 10cc 
Song : Dreadluck Holiday
 








  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








I was walkin' down the street,concentratin' on
truckin' rightI 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 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 better understandThat
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,sinkin' Pina Colarda.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)