[Verse 1: Graham Gouldman]

I was walkin' down the street

Concentrating 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

[Chorus: Graham Gouldman & Eric Stewart]

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

You got to show some respect

Don't you walk through my words

'Cause you ain't heard me out yet

[Verse 2: Graham Gouldman]

Well he looked down at my silver chain

He said, "I'll give you one dollar"

I said, "You've got to be joking 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"

[Chorus: Graham Gouldman & Eric Stewart]

And I say

I don't like reggae, no no

I love it, yeah

I don't like reggae, no, no

I love it, yeah

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

[Verse 3: Graham Gouldman]

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 if you try it, you'll like it

And wallow in a dreadlock holiday"

(Dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday

Dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday)

[Chorus: Graham Gouldman & Eric Stewart]

And I say

Don't like Jamaica, oh no

I love her

Don't like Jamaica, oh no

I love her (Oh yeah)

Don't you walk through her words

You got to show some respect

Don't you walk through her words

'Cause you ain't heard her out yet

[Outro: Group]

I don't like cricket (Oh no)

I love it (Dreadlock holiday)

I don't like reggae (Oh no)

I love it (Dreadlock holiday)

Don't like Jamaica (Hey)

I love her (Dreadlock holiday)

I don't like cricket