Текст песни 10cc - Deadlock Holiday
10cc - Deadlock Holiday слова песни
I was walkin` down the streetConcentratin` on truckin` rightI heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked round in a state of frightI saw four faces, one madA brother from the gutterThey looked me up and down a bitAnd turned to each otherI sayI don`t like cricket oh noI love itI don`t like cricket no noI love itDon`t you walk through my wordsGot to show some respectDon`t you walk through my words`Cause you ain`t heard me out yetWell he looked down at my silver chainHe said "I`ll give you one dollar"I said "you 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 meYou`d better understand that you`re alone,A long way from home!"I sayI don`t like reggae no noI love itI don`t like reggaeI love itDon`t you cramp me style Don`t you queer me pitchDon`t you walk through my words`Cause you ain`t heard me out yetI hurried back to the swimming poolSinkin` Pina CalardaI 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 bestAnd if you try it, you`ll like itAnd whollow in a Dreadlock Holiday"And I sayDon`t like Jamaica oh noI love herDon`t like Jamaica oh noI love her oh yeaDon`t you walk through her wordsGot to show some respectDon`t you walk through her words`Cause you ain`t heard her out yetI don`t like cricketI love it DREADLOCK HOLIDAYI don`t like reggaeI love it DREADLOCK HOLIDAYDon`t like JamaicaI love it DREADLOCK HOLIDAY