10cc are an English art rock and pop band. Initially comprised of four musicians - Graham Gouldman, Eric Stewart, Kevin Godley and Lol Creme - who had written and recorded together for some three years, before assuming the "10cc" name in 1972 - two strong song-writing teams, injected sharp wit to lyrically-dextrous songs. Stewart and Gouldman were straight pop-song-writers, who created the band’s most accessible songs; Godley and Creme were the experimental half of 10cc, featuring an Art School sensibility and cinematic writing.
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...DREADLOCK HOLIDAY... by 10cc -----------------------........
*from 'Bloody Tourists' (1978)*
[Intro]
GmDmCmGmDmCm GmDmCmDmGmDmCmDm
[Verse 1]
GmDmCm I was walkin' down the street, DmGmDmCm Concen-tratin' on truckin' right. DmGmDmCm I heard a dark voice beside of me, DmGmDmCm And I looked round in a state of fright.
[Bridge 1]
DmGmDmCmDm I saw four faces, one mad, a brother from the gutter. GmDmCmDm They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other.
[Interlude]
GmDmCmDm GmDmCm N.C. I say:
[Chorus 1]
GmFD#Dm I don't like cricket, oh no, CmDmD# I love it. GmFD#Dm I don't like cricket, oh no, CmDmD# I love it.
Break:
FA#D#/A#A#D#A#D#/A#A# Don't you walk through my words; you got to show some re-spect. FA#D#/A#A#D#A#D#/A#A#AmD7 Don't you walk through my words, 'cos you ain't heard me out yet.
[Interlude]
GmDmCmDmGmDmCmDm
[Verse 2]
GmDmCm Well he looked down at my silver chain, DmGmDmCm He said I'll give you one dollar. DmGmDmCm I said You've got to be jokin' man, DmGmDmCm It was a present from me mother.
[Bridge 2]
DmGmDmCm He said I like it, I want it, I'll take it off your hands, DmGmDmCm And you'll be sorry you crossed me, you'd better understand, DmGmDmCm That you're a-lone... DmGmDmCm N.C. A long way from home. And I say...
[Chorus 2]
GmFD#Dm I don't like Reggae, oh no, CmDmD# I love it. GmFD#Dm I don't like Reggae, oh no, CmDmD# I love it.
Break:
FA#D#/A#A#D#A#D#/A#A# Don't you cramp me style, don't you queer me pitch. FA#D#/A#A#D#A#D#/A#A#AmD7 Don't you walk through my words, 'cos you ain't heard me out yet.
[Interlude]
GmDmCmDmGmDmCm N.C.
*KEY CHANGE* ------------
[Verse 3]
G#mD#mC#m I hurried back to the swimming pool, D#mG#mD#mC#m Sinkin' pina coladas, D#mG#mD#mC#m I heard a dark voice beside me say, D#mG#mD#mC#m Would you like something harder.
[Bridge 3]
D#mG#mD#mC#m She said I've got it, you want it, my harvest is the best, D#mG#mD#mC#mD#m And if you try it you'll like it, and wallow in a dreadlock holi... G#mD#m (Dreadlock, holi, Dreadlock holi, C#mD#mG#mD#mC#m N.C. Deadlock holi, Dreadlock holiday). And I say:
[Chorus 3]
G#mF#ED#m Don't like Ja-maica, oh no, C#mD#mE I love her. G#mF#ED#m Don't like Ja-maica, oh no, C#mD#mE I love her.
Break:
F#BE/BBEBE/BB Don't you walk through her words; you got to show some re-spect. F#BE/BBEBE/BBA#mD#7 Don't you walk through her words, 'cos you ain't heard her out yet.
[Interlude]
G#mC#m (x4)
Coda:
G#mC#mG#mC#m I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it, (Dreadlock Holi-day). G#mC#mG#mC#m I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it, (Dreadlock Holi-day). G#mC#mG#mC#m Don't like Ja-maica, oh no, I love her, (Dreadlock Holi-day).
G#mC#mG#mC#m I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it, (Dreadlock Holi-day). G#mC#mG#mC#m I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it, (Dreadlock Holi-day).