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´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)