Dreadlock Holiday

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 my 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"
"Long way from home"

I don't like Reggae
I love it
I don't like Reggae, no no, yeah
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' Piña 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 Holiday"
I say

Don't like Jamaica, oh no
I love her, my love
Don't like Jamaica, oh no, oh no
I love her

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