Deadlock Holiday Songtext

von 10 CC

10 CC - 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

Chorus:
I say I don't like cricket oh no
I love it I don't like cricket no no
I love it don't you walk through my words
Got to show me respect don't you walk through my words 'cause you ain't herad me out yet

Well he looked down at my silver chain he said I'll give you one dollar
I said you got to be jokin' man, it was a present from my 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!

Chorus:
I say I don't like raggae no no
I love it I don't like reggae
I love it don't you cramp me style
Dont't you queer me pitch dont you walk through my words 'cause you ain't heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool sinkin'pina calarda
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

Chorus:
I say don't like jamaica oh no
I love her don't like jamaica oh no
I love her oh yeah don't you walk through her words
Got to show some respect don't you walk through her words 'cause you ain't heard her out

I don't like cricket I love it dreadlock holiday
I don't like reggae I love it dreadlock holiday
I don't like jamaica I love it dreadlock holiday