Dreadlock Holiday - Boney M
I was walking down the street
Concentrating on trucking 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 don't like cricket oh no
I love it yeah
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it yeah
Don't you walk through my words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through my words
Like you ain't heard me out yet