10cc - 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 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 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