Jurassic Holiday

10BC

I was runnin' down the pitch,
Concentratin' on makin' runs
I heard a loud roar beside of me,

And I looked 'round in a state of fright.
I saw dinosaurs, near me;
A ship load from this nutter.

They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other.
They say, we don't like cricket

Oh no, we love it.
We don't like cricket,
Oh no, we love it.

Don't you walk through my bowls.
You got to show some respect.
Don't you walk through the wickets,

Cause you ain't seen me out yet.
Well, they looked down at my cricket bat.
They said: We'll munch on that tree branch'.

I said: 'You've got to be jokin', Rex,
It was a present from my brother'.
They said: 'We like it, we want it,

We'll take it off your hands,
And you'll be sorry you bossed us,
You better understand that you're alone

A long way from home.
And they say, We don't like rare guys,
Oh no, We love them.

We don't like rare guys,
Oh no, We love them.
Don't you chomp on me,

Don't dig up me pitch.
Don't you walk through my bowls,
'Cause you ain't seen me out liz.

I hurried back to my batting box,
Sinkin' bat in the ground there.
I heard a loud roar beside me say

'Would you like something tastier?'
She said: 'I've got it, you want it,
My harvest is the best, and if you try it,

You'll like it
And swallow in our Jurassic holiday.
And they say, don't like your fielder,

Oh no, we love him.
Don't like your fielder,
Oh no, we love him.

Don't you walk through my bowls.
You got to show some respect.
Don't you eat our wickets,

Cause you ain't seen me out yet.
We don't like cricket,
Oh no, we love it

(Jurassic holiday)
We don't like rare guys,
Oh no, we love them

(Jurassic holiday)
You don't like the bowler,
Oh no, he's yummy

(Jurassic holiday)

I was walkin' down the street,
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 wallow 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.
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.
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)

Soft Karaoke
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Background Vocals
bass
guitar 1
guitar 2
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marimba
organ
Snare Drum
Drums