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 don’t like cricket, oh no, I love it
I don’t like cricket, oh 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
Well, he looked down on 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 better understand
That you’re alone (a long way from home)’
And I say, I don’t like reggae, oh no, I love it
I don’t like reggae, oh no, 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’ 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 if you try it
You’ll like it and whollow in a Dreadlock holiday’
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 me out yet
I don’t like cricket, oh no, I love it
(Dreadlock holiday)
I don’t like reggae, oh no, I love it
(Dreadlock holiday)
I don’t like Jamaica, oh no, I love her
(Dreadlock holiday)
Als toegift de klassieker ‘I’m not in love’
So don’t forget it
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
And just because
I call you up
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because
I like to see you
But then again
That doesn’t mean you mean that much to me
So if I call you
Don’t make a fuss
Don’t tell your friends about the two of us
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because
‘Be quiet, big boys don’t cry
Big boys don’t cry
I keep your picture
Upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain that’s lying there
So don’t you ask me
To give it back
I know you know it doesn’t mean that much to me
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because
Ooh…