Rubberneck
(flight attendant ...)
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. please fasten your seatbelts. we are nearing
Jamaica -- one of the beguiling isles, born of earths torments. whu-nu-nu-nus
Airlines is pleased to announce our new rubberneck helper evening tour at the
Wide river. your pulse will thrive in the pervasive beat as you wile away the night to
Calypso music played with torches. yes, you in the third world, snap on a palm leaf and
Receive a complimentary electrifying warhol cut and free glass of tia maria. dont be
Alarmed if you feel a little turbulence during touchdown. its merely the rastaman
Vibration!
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
(chorus)
Rubberneck,
Do you want buy ganja.
Rubberneck,
Do you want to follow me home.
Rubberneck,
Were gonna get your money.
Rubberneck,
Were gonna cut you never go home.
Had enough of workin,
I need a rest, I need a piece of paradise.
Been inside for so long,
Aint seen the sun and my skins turnin grey to white.
Heard a man on the street talkin,
He and his old lady havin warm caribbean nights.
So, I go to jamaica and all they tell me is ...
(chorus)
Oh, sweet jamaica,
Sleepy little island in the middle of the deep blue sea.
They got herb the best in the world,
A place every red-blooded hippie should be, yeah.
So, I go pack my bag make a plane,
cause the mans talkin warm caribbean nights.
Here I go to jamaica ... to jamaica ... and all the natives go ...
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
Da, da-doo.
Da, doo.
Da, da-doo.
Doo.
(chorus)
Had enough jamaica,
I need a rest, I need a piece of paradise.
No more rasta red,
Will a knife bout to cut my throat, yeah, and all that jive, no.
So, I go pack my bag,
Make a plane for the states before its too late. ah, bye-bye.
To jamaica ...
(chorus)
(chorus)
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Mamaloi
Patrick simmons
Layin back and sittin in the sunshine
Hot wind, I drink me little wine
Straw hat down across my eyes
Lettin the world go by
Music, it start my toes a tappin
Drum beat, it set my hands a clappin
Rum wine, it get my head a spinnin
Turnin around and round
Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin me home
Got to get back to jamaica
I want no more to roam
Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin me home
Got to get back to jamaica
Gypsy, she say I got the fever
I dont know whether to believe her
But when the wind blow from the sea
My soul start to fly away
She give me charm that will protect me
Necklace with stone from far across the sea
But island magic much too strong
It wont let me go this time
Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin me home
Got to get back to jamaica
I want no more to roam
Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin me home
Got to get back to jamaica
Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin me home
Got to get back to jamaica
I want no more to roam
Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin me home
Got to get back to jamaica
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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Jamaica Say You Will
Jamaica was the lovely one, I played her well
As we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fell
Hiding from the children so they would not tell
We would stay there till her sister rang the evening bell
Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill these empty hours
Say you will come again tomorrow
The daughter of a captain on the rolling seas
She would stare across the water from the trees
Last time he was home he held her on his knees
And said the next time they would sail away just where they pleased
Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill these lifeless sails
And stay until my ships can find the sea
Jamaica was a sweet young one, I loved her true
She was a comfort and a mercy through and through
Hiding from this world together, next thing I knew
We had brought her things down to the bay -- what could I do
Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill these sails
And we will sail until our waters have run dry
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Fake The Aroma
(vowles, del naja, marshall, thaws, norfolk, locke)
You sure you wanna be with me Ive nothing to give
Dont lie and say this lovins best
Dont leave us in emotional place
Take a walk take a rest now take a rest
I seen ya diggin a hole in ya neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy
No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be see-through
See through money like its paper
With faces I remember
I drink on a daily basis though it seldom calms my temper
Ya leave me in peace, ya leave me in pieces
I walking through the suburbs
Were not exactly lovers
Your a couple specially
When your bodys double
Duplicate and then you wait for the next kuwait
So karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Deflowering my baby are you my baby mate
I must be crazy you see Im swayze
You diggin a hole in ya neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy must be lazy
I seen ya
The fire that rises in me
The daisy ? ? ? dwindle
? ? ? like a jungle in decline
My time has been so wasteful
I never fight time
Deflowering my baby are you my baby mate
My baby
Deflowering my baby are you my baby mate
I must be crazy I know youre lazy
So karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
song performed by by Massive Attack
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The Trumpet Has Sounded
Too blind to see and too lind to understand,
Like red hot chili pepers!
But sweet Jamaica is full of the vibes that it brings.
Life in Jamaica,
But do hide yourself from the guns!
And you will surely need me oh Port Maria.
Oh Jamaica!
Like the lovesome gunmen on the hills;
But now the trumpüet has sounded and,
We will now see the nakedness of the sheep.
Life in James Town,
Life in Jones Town,
Like the beautiful bud out of the garden of love;
But sweet Jamaica is always on my mind.
Oh Port Maria,
I am the living proof;
And like life in Morant Bay and,
The life in August Town as well.
Oh Jamaica,
You are like the beautiful bud of love;
And i will always remember you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sad in Jamaica
Nobody is sad in Jamaica
Ganja rules
Some people are happy in Jamaica
Reggae plays
Give me some ganja and play me some reggae
Everybody is happy in Jamaica
poem by Doris Dzameshie
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I Gotta Go Home
I Gotta Go Home
Oh yeah oh yeah yeah
I don't want nothin baby
Makin me weak
Makin me weak
Girl stop shakin you got my will breakin
Love in jamaica but I gotta go home (gotta go home)
I got my girl waitin I'm supposed to land at eight and
If I'm not their then I can't go home (cant go home)
Ma you got me bakin I'm about to make a mistake and
I'm about to ask you to take me home (take me home)
Please stop shakin I got my will breakin
Love in jamaica but I gotta go home
Ten days I'm in Jamaica workin
Aint had a chance to get out and do too much a nuthin else but a workin
It's killin me
Ain't had a chance to get that chicken jerkin
Responsibility tasting victory but desire lurkin
He callin me
I been recordin writing vibin and rhymin
Nothin but heat havent even had a chance to see the island
I need that
Me and the team we got a dreamer comin
The hot we heard about through word of mouth is club asylum
Lets finish up
And like the breeze of the seas
We arrive at the party
Hostess she desiree flirtin heavily with me
Got me thinkin things I really probably shouldn't be
Everytime she move she look at me
Girl stop shakin you got my will breakin
Love in jamaica but I gotta go home (gotta go home)
I got my girl waitin I'm supposed to land at eight and
If I'm not their then I can't go home (cant go home)
Ma you got me bakin I'm about to make a mistake and
I'm about to ask you to take me home (take me home)
Please stop shakin I got my will breakin
Love in jamaica but I gotta go home
(Every time she moves) I don't know how to act
Came to get my groove on not to get my groove back
Her eyes deep enough to swim in
Sh
song performed by by Will Smith
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Yah - Vibration
Es wird der Winter immer lnger und es wird
mir wirklich fad
am Golfplatz Schneesturm, alle Caddies
Hackenstad (unemployed)
es wird immer klter, ice is in the air
der Fall wird immer klarer, es mu ein
Sommer her
so packe ich mein Set, die Schnste aus dem
Bett
sie springt in ihr Gewand und wir ins Jet
nach Ganja-Land
sie hat sowohl Geschmack als auch geniet
sie schlechten Ruf
nachts in edler Schale, tags wie Gott sie
schuf
Oh, oh, Jamaica makes her feel so high
Oh, Jamaica makes her come alive
Jamaica-Vibration
Positive-Vibration
Rastaman-Vibration
was der Rastermann nicht alles kann
Als erstes suche ich nach einem adquaten
Platz
die Schnste sucht einstweilen nach geeignetem
Ersatz
so kommt es, da die nchste Zeit wir uns
sehr wenig sehen
wer ein wahrer Sportsmann ist, der wird verstehen
eines schnen Morgens fehlt von ihr dann
jede Spur
ist sie nicht zur Party und raucht die Grser
pur
denn ich stehe mittlerweile nur am Platz
noch meinen Mann
so kommt a jeder ganz auf seine Art zum
hole in one
oh, oh Jamaica makes her feel so high
oh, oh Jamaica makes her come alive
Jamaica-Vibration
Positive-Vibration
Rastaman-Vibration
was der Rastamann nicht alles kann
Interlude
Hey, man, wanna buy some stuff man?
Did you ever toast that thing, man?
So toast it to the beat!
Jamaica-Vibration
Positive-Vibration
Rastaman-Vibration
was der Rastamann nicht alles kann
song performed by by Falco
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When people come to Jamaica, we don't want them to think about the problems of Jamaica. So let them come be in their paradise.
quote by Ziggy Marley
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Sweet Jamaica
Other people come and go
They try to make it through
I have to smile and tell them no
Cause I only care for you
I only care for you
Yes, you are my sweet, sweet jamaica
Country mama, brown country girl
When you touch me i, I feel so tall
If you let me down boy Id be so small
Yes, you are my sweet jamaica
Country mama, brown country girl
Everybody needs a friend
To brighten up their world
I know youll never let me down
Cause youre not that kind of girl, no no no
I want to see you round every turn
Youre my world far as Im concerned
Got no time to runabout
Just want to spend my life out with you, only you
Yes, you are my sweet, sweet jamaica,
Country mama, brown country girl
Oh, yes you are
Sweet jamaica, oh brown country girl, ooh
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Reggae Christmans
Every year I get the same feel
Christmas come I wanna pack my backs and flee
Wanna get away from new york
Wanna find another place to be
So were having a reggae christmas
- down in jamaica were having a good time too
Hey man, were having a reggae christmas
A merry christmas and a reggae new year to you
Christmas is nice in germany
If you like being up to your knees in snow
Its just as cold up in canada
We gotta find another place to go
So...so were having a reggae christmas
- down in jamaica
Were having a good time too.
Hey man, were having a reggae christmas
A merry christmas and a reggae new year to you.
And so now were down in kingstontown
But I get that someday I know
Gonna meet my friends down in kingston town
And those good times gonna rock
And those good times gonna roll.
Were having a reggae christmas
- down in jamaica
Were having a good time too.
Hey man, were having a reggae christmas
A merry christmas and a reggae new year to you
Were having a reggae christmas
- down in jamaica
Were having a good time too
Hey man, were having reggae christmas
A merry christmad and a reggae new year
A merry christmas and a reggae new year
A merry christmas and a reggae new year to you
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Reggae Christmas
Every year I get the same feel
Christmas come I wanna pack my backs and flee
Wanna get away from new york
Wanna find another place to be
So were having a reggae christmas
- down in jamaica were having a good time too
Hey man, were having a reggae christmas
A merry christmas and a reggae new year to you
Christmas is nice in germany
If you like being up to your knees in snow
Its just as cold up in canada
We gotta find another place to go
So...so were having a reggae christmas
- down in jamaica
Were having a good time too.
Hey man, were having a reggae christmas
A merry christmas and a reggae new year to you.
And so now were down in kingstontown
But I get that someday I know
Gonna meet my friends down in kingston town
And those good times gonna rock
And those good times gonna roll.
Were having a reggae christmas
- down in jamaica
Were having a good time too.
Hey man, were having a reggae christmas
A merry christmas and a reggae new year to you
Were having a reggae christmas
- down in jamaica
Were having a good time too
Hey man, were having reggae christmas
A merry christmad and a reggae new year
A merry christmas and a reggae new year
A merry christmas and a reggae new year to you
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Kokomo
Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
Bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
Jamaica
Off the florida keys
Theres a place called kokomo
Thats where you wanna go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand
Tropical drink melting in your hand
Well be falling in love
To the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in kokomo
Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
Well get there fast
And then well take it slow
Thats where we wanna go
Way down to kokomo
To martinique, that monserrat mystique
Well put out to sea
And well perfect our chemistry
By and by well defy a little bit of gravity
Afternoon delight
Cocktails and moonlit nights
That dreamy look in your eye
Give me a tropical contact high
Way down in kokomo
Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
Well get there fast
And then well take it slow
Thats where we wanna go
Way down to kokomo
Port au prince I wanna catch a glimpse
Everybody knows
A little place like kokomo
Now if you wanna go
And get away from it all
Go down to kokomo
Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
Well get there fast
And then well take it slow
Thats where we wanna go
Way down to kokomo
Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Boogie Nights All Night
Erykah badu - boogie nights/all night
We gon keep it back for yall
Keep it back in the day
Boogie nights, wo oh oh
Boogie nights, wo oh oh
Wo oh oh oh
Come on new york
Whatcha say, come on
What they say, push it up, oh
Somethings got me so excited baby
A feeling Ive been holding back so long
You got me shook up, shook down, shook out
On your loving
And boy, I cant wait to get started loving you
All night long, I waited for your love to come
To the roof, to show you the groove
Its you that I love, I love
And for this loving, Ill be waiting
For your love, anticipating
Hurry I said, cause I cant wait to get it on
Im gonna give it to ya
All night long
Im gonna give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya
All night long
I cant wait to love you baby
Im gonna give it to ya
Im gonna give it to ya
Im gonna give it to ya
Oh, somethings got me so delighted baby
I see your face in everything I do
Youve got me, shook up, shook down, shook out
On your lovin
And boy, there is just no way, Ill ever, get over you
All night long, I waited for your love to come
To the roof, to show you the groove
Its you that I love, I love
Up on this rooftop, Ill be waiting
For your love, anticipating
Hurry up I said, cause I cant wait to get it on
All night long
I cant wait to love you baby
All night long
I wanna give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya
All night long
Come on up boy, dont be late
What I got for you wont wait
All night long
Climb up on the rooftop, dont stop
My loves waiting when you reach the top
Jamaica funk, thats what it is
Let it get into you
Jamaica funk, thats what it is
Coming from jamaica
Can you feel it
Let it get into you
Cause I feel the funk, deep down in my soul
Comin from jamaica
All night long
I wanna give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya, give it to ya
All night long
I cant wait to love you baby
Im gonna give it to ya
Sweebe-do-be-do-do do-ya
Sweebe-do-be-do-do do-ya
Alright, alright, thank you, thank you
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Sweet Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica! Fly me away so I can feel your sweet embrace once more. How I do long to be in your arms once again to feel your heat up against my body. Fly me away on down to your sweet paradise. I want your lips kissing my cheek, your warm shores wrapped around me, and your sea melting away my pain. I want to stroll along your narrow streets; I want to behold your picture perfect sunsets. I want to lie in your warmth and hold you as I slumber. Make me feel safe and wanted once more.
Jamaica, Jamaica! I said farewell so long ago. I miss you so much now. Sweet is your memory to me. In my solitude I ponder your memory. So long ago and so far away you are to me. I want to smell your sweet perfume in the air. I want to see your gentleness swaying in a mystical caribien wind. Gentle are your curves so womanly and majestically. I want to see the sun rise as we are naked to the world. Your gentle rain beckons me back to the place I feel most at home. Home is where the heart is and my heart eternally is with you.
So long ago you left me and life does not seem the same. Take me home to greener pastures, ferny hills, fertile soil, and your fruits abundant. Plant me in your soil and relieve my pent-up frustrations once again even if it’s only for a brief moment’s pleasure. Let me run my hands aside your sandy shores. Let me play in your fields of exciting delight. Allow me to return to the place of my birth. Let me taste you fruit once more before I lay all my burdens behind me. Fulfill me for the last time as I walk alone in the shadows of my own mortality.
Jamaica, Jamaica! How it saddens me not to be with you any more. My heart screams for you day and night, you possess my dreams, and you are the keeper of my soul. Your curvy roads set my soul afire. The sandy mound you possess I want to climb again. Let me swim in your ocean and recapture my youth. I don’t long to be in yesterday. All I want is to live again. Leave me no more unhappy as I am for you. Lonely is the night of my solitude.
Jamaica, Jamaica! You are like a beautiful woman with your long black hair flowing in a mid-summer breeze. Your earth is your tender brown skin pressed gently against mine. Your eyes reflect your torques spirited seas. Your lips are the hibiscus plant. Your voice is the sweet sounds of the humming bird. Your mouth is the voice of generations past. Your body so perfectly curvaceous that is sets the sun a blaze. You are the soul that makes many loose control of there faculties.
Let me get lost in your arms once more for old time sake. Jamaica it is so true that I love you. What more can I ever hope for. From once I came shall I return to thee. Closer I want to be. Closer and closer to thee shall I ever be. Your perfume wraps in me in your ascents. Fly me away so I can come on down.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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There was an Old Man of Jamaica,
Who suddenly married a Quaker;
But she cried out, 'Alack!
I have married a black!'
Which distressed that Old Man of Jamaica
quote by by Edward Lear
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Dreadlock 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 dont like cricket-a oh no I love it-a yeah
I dont like cricket-a no no I love it-a yeah
Dont you walk through my words you got to show some respect
Dont you walk through my words cause you aint heard me out yet
Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said Ill give you one dollar
I said youve got to be joking man
It was a present from me mother
He said I like it I wan it Ill take it off your hands
An youll be sorry youd crossed me
Youd better understand that youre a long, a long way from home
(and I say) I dont like reggae-a no no I love it-a hey
I dont like reggae-a yeah yeah I love it-a oh yeah
Dont you cramp me style dont you queer me pitch
Dont you walk through my words cause you
Aint heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin pina colada
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something hotter
She said Ive got it you wan it my harvest is the best
And if you try it youll like it and wallow in the
Dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday
(and I say) dont like jamaica oh no I love her hey
Dont like jamaica oh no I love her oh yeh
Dont you walk through my words you got to show some respect
Dont you walk through my words cause you aint heard me out yet
I dont like cricket-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holiday
I dont like reggae-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holiday
Dont like jamaica hey I love her dreadlock holiday
I dont like cricket-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holiday
I dont like reggae
song performed by by Boney M.
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Jamaica Farewell
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop
I took a trip on a sailing ship
But when I reached jamaica I made her stop
Chorus:
Now Im sad to say
Im on my way (on my way)
I wont be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls sway to and fro
I must declare my heart is there
Though I have been from maine to mexico
Chorus:
Still Im sad to say
Im on my way (on my way)
I wont be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
Yeah, robert g.
Down at the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
Ackev rice, salt fish are nice
Oh the rum is fine anytime of year
Chorus:
Now Im sad to say
Im on my way (on my way)
I wont be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountaintop
I took a trip on a sailing ship
But when I reached jamaica I made her stop
Chorus:
Now Im sad to say
Im on my way (on my way)
I wont be back for many a day
My heart is down
My head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
I had to leave a little girl in kingston town
On my way harry. holy cow. I dont know!
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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O Jamaica
O Jamaica
How I missed you
Your easy gait
Mangoes and pears
I left your majestic hills
And clean sea breeze
Songs of the humming birds
Dub poets
And breadfruit trees
O Jamaica
I missed your reggae rythms
Bungo sounds
And Natty
I left for a land I knew not
A land of plenty
Was it for wealth?
Was it for pride?
No!
For knowledge, maybe
Yet I am empty
O Jamaica
I missed your beaches
And Negril
Sitting on stones reasoning
Now I get you Peter Tosh
And Muta is right too
Hardly a day goes by
That I do not think of you
It's not physical
Just an inexplicable pain
One that holds no hope
Without the LORD
I could not cope
O Jamaica
How I missed you
When will I see you again?
Dance with you again?
Land of wood and water
'No problem people'
People of hospitality
Of clean water
Where the sun never sleep
Snow-less land
Land without debt collectors
Twenty five years since I left your shores
But it feels like sixty
Twenty five years since we walk and play
But it feels like sixty
Twenty five years since I saw granny's tomb
But it feels like sixty
How are the dandelions?
Is Blue Mountain still blue?
And how is Kingston
And Montego Bay?
O Jamaica!
poem by Buxton Shippy
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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 dont like cricket oh no
I love it
I dont like cricket no no
I love it
Dont you walk through my words
Got to show some respect
Dont you walk through my words
cause you aint heard me out yet
Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said Ill 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,
Ill take it off your hands
And youll be sorry you crossed me
Youd better understand that youre alone,
A long way from home!
I say
I dont like reggae no no
I love it
I dont like reggae
I love it
Dont you cramp me style
Dont you queer me pitch
Dont you walk through my words
cause you aint 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 Ive got it, you want it,
My harvest is the best
And if you try it, youll like it
And whollow in a dreadlock holiday
And I say
Dont like jamaica oh no
I love her
Dont like jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Dont you walk through her words
Got to show some respect
Dont you walk through her words
cause you aint heard her out yet
I dont like cricket
I love it dreadlock holiday
I dont like reggae
I love it dreadlock holiday
Dont like jamaica
I love it dreadlock holiday
song performed by by 10 Cc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dreadlock 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 dont like cricket oh no
I love it
I dont like cricket oh no
I love it
Dont you walk thru my words
You got to show some respect
Dont you walk thru my words
'cause you aint heard me out yet
Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said Ill give you one dollar
I said youve got to be jokin man
It was a present from me mother
He said I like it I want it
Ill take it off your hands
And youll be sorry you crossed me
Youd better understand that youre alone
A long way from home
And I say
I dont like reggae no no
I love it
I dont like reggae oh no
I love it
Dont you cramp me style
Dont you queer on me pitch
Dont you walk thru my words
'cause you aint 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 Ive got it you want it
My harvest is the best
And if you try it youll like it
And wallow in a dreadlock holiday
And I say
Dont like jamaica oh no
I love her
Dont like jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Dont you walk thru her words
You got to show some respect
Dont you walk thru her words
'cause you aint heard her out yet
I dont like cricket
I love it (dreadlock holiday)
I dont like reggae
I love it (dreadlock holiday)
Dont like jamaica
I love her (dreadlock holiday)
song performed by by 10 Cc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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