Boney M. - Dreadlock Holiday

Dreadlock Holiday
Boney M.
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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, a oh no, –
I love it, a yeah.
I don't like cricket, a no no, –
I love it, a yeah.

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 at 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 wan' it I'll take it off your hands,
An' you'll be sorry you'd crossed me.
You'd better understand that you're a long, a long way from home".

(And I say) I don't like reggae, a no no, –
I love it, a hey.
I don't like reggae, a yeah yeah, –
I love it, a oh yeah.

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-colada,
I heard a dark voice beside me say:
"Would you like something hotter".
She said "I've got it you wan' it my harvest is the best
And if you try it you'll like it and wallow in the
Dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday".

(And I say) don't like Jamaica, oh no, –
I love her, hey.
Don't like Jamaica, oh no, –
I love her, oh yeah.

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.

I don't like cricket, a oh no, –
I love it – a dreadlock holiday.
I don't like reggae, a oh no, –
I love it – a dreadlock holiday.
Don't like Jamaica, hey, –
I love her dreadlock holiday.
I don't like cricket, a oh no, –
I love it – a dreadlock holiday.
I don't like reggae...