Dreadlock Holiday - Union of Sound, Kingston Army, Caribbean Vibe

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 regaae

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

sippin' Pina Colada

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 it you try it you’ll like it

And wallow in a Dreadlock Holyday.

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.