Deadlock Holiday Lyrics

Deadlock 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 through my words

Got to show some respect

Don't you walk through 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 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!"



I say

I don't 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 me pitch

Don't you walk through my words

'Cause you ain't heard me out yet



I hurried back to the swimming pool

Sinkin' Pina Calarda

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 whollow 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 through her words

Got to show some respect

Don't you walk through 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 it DREADLOCK HOLIDAY