| 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) |