Let's see some hands, Berlin. Come on.
Oi!
I was walking down the street
Concentrating on trucking rags
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I turned round and I stared afraid
I saw four faces, one man, a brother from the gutter
He looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other
I don't like cricket, son, oh no
I love it, son, oh yeah
I don't like cricket, son, oh no
I love it, son, oh yeah
Don't you walk through my words
Got to show some respect
Don't you walk through my words
Cause you ain't heard me out yet
Yeah
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
Tell me, Berlin, it was a
You got it.
He said, I like it, I want it
I'll 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
And I said, I don't like that game
Oh no
I love it, son, oh yeah
I don't like that game
Oh no
I love it, son, oh yeah
Don't you * me style
Don't you queer me, bitch
Don't you walk through my words
Cause you ain't heard me out yet
Yeah
I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinking pina colada
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 while we're in a dreadlock holiday
Dreadlock holiday
Dreadlock holiday
Dreadlock holiday
And I said, don't let you make up
Oh no
I love her, oh yeah yeah
Don't let you make up, oh no
I love her, oh yeah
Don't you walk through her world
You've got to show some respect
Don't you walk through her world
Cause you ain't heard her out, yeah
Okay Berlin, this is your last chance to clap your hands
Sing it with us, come on, let's hear you
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 reggae, oh no

Don't you make up, oh no
I love her, dreadlock holiday
I don't like Berlin, oh no
I love it
Thank you so much