Dreadlock Holiday - 10cc

作词：Eric Stewart/Graham Gouldman

作曲：Eric Stewart/Graham Gouldman

I was walkining

down the street

Concentratining

on truckining 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 jokining 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' like reggae no no

I love it

I don' t like reggae

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

Sinkining 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 oh no

I love it （Dreadlock Holiday）

I don' t like reggae

I love it （Dreadlock Holiday）

Don't like Jamaica

I love her （Dreadlock Holiday）