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I was walkin' down the streetConcentratin' on truckin' rightI heard a dark voice beside of meAnd I looked round in a state of frightI saw four faces one madA brother from the gutterThey looked me up and down a bitAnd turned to each otherI sayI don't like cricket oh noI love itI don't like cricket no noI love itDon't you walk thru my wordsYou got to show some respectDon't you walk thru my words'Cause you ain't heard me out yetWell he looked down at my silver chainHe said I'll give you one dollarI said You've got to be jokin' manIt was a present from me MotherHe said I like it I want itI'll take it off your handsAnd you'll be sorry you crossed meSongtexteYou'd better understand that you're aloneA long way from homeAnd I sayI don't like reggae no noI love itI don't like reggae oh noI love itDon't you cramp me styleDon't you queer me pitchDon't you walk thru my words'Cause you ain't heard me out yetI hurried back to the swimming poolSinkin' pina coladaI heard a dark voice beside me sayWould you like something harderShe said I've got it you want itMy harvest is the bestAnd if you try it you'll like itAnd wallow in a dreadlock holidayAnd I sayDon't like Jamaica oh noI love herDon't like Jamaica oh noI love her oh yeaDon't you walk through her wordsYou got to show some respectDon't you walk thru her words'Cause you ain't heard her out yetI don't like cricket oh noI love it (Dreadlock holiday)I don't like reggae oh noI love it (Dreadlock holiday)I don't like Jamaica oh noI love her (Dreadlock holiday) Aus Songtexte Mania