Dreadlock Holiday

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 wallow in a dreadlock holiday.

 

 

Done