10 Cc - Dreadluck Holiday Lyrics
Added On: January 2, 2003
| Last Update: December 25, 2004
Dreadluck Holiday by 10 Cc Lyrics
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)
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