I was walking down the street Concentrating on trucking right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked round and I stayed afraid I saw four faces, one man 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 tough, yeah I don't like cricket, oh no I love it tough, yeah Don't you walk through my words Got to show some respect Don't you walk through my words Like you ain't heard me out yet 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, mama He said, I like it, I want it I take it off your hands and you'll be sorry You cross me, you better understand That you're alone, a long way from home I say, I don't like cricket, oh no I love it tough, yeah I don't like cricket, oh no I love it tough, yeah Don't you grab me, sir Don't sit me on your bench Don't you walk through my words Like you ain't heard me out yet I hurried back to the swimming pool Sinking in a collider I heard a dark voice beside me say Would you like something hotter She said, I've got it, you want it My harvest is the best and if you try it You'll like it, and what a windy dreadlock holiday Dreadlock holiday I say, I don't like Jamaica, oh no I love her, oh yeah I don't like Jamaica, oh no I love her, yeah Don't you walk through my words Got to show some respect Don't you walk through my words Like you ain't heard me out yet Dreadlock holiday I don't like cricket, oh no I love it, middle of a sunny day I don't like cricket, oh no I love it, middle of a sunny day I don't like Jamaica, oh no I love her, middle of a sunny day I don't like cricket, oh no I love it, middle of a sunny day I don't like cricket, oh no