Текст песни 10cc - Dreadlock Holiday
10cc - Dreadlock Holiday слова песни
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 oh no I love it I don`t like cricket oh no I love it Don`t you walk thru my words You got to show some respect Don`t you walk thru 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 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`d better understand that you`re alone A long way from home And I say I don`t like reggae no no I love it I don`t like reggae oh no I love it Don`t you cramp me style Don`t you queer on me pitch Don`t you walk thru my words `Cause you ain`t heard me out yet I hurried back to the swimming pool Sinkin` pina coladas 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 wallow 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 thru her words You got to show some respect Don`t you walk thru her words `Cause you ain`t heard her out yet I don`t like cricket I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) I don`t like reggae I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) Don`t like Jamaica I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)