The Social Network OST: Eric Stewart and Graham Gouldman – Dreadlock Holiday Lyric

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Eric Stewart and Graham Gouldman – Dreadlock Holiday Lyric

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 no no
I love it
Don’t you walk thru’ my words
You got to show some respect
Don’t you walk thru’ my words
‘Cause 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 jokin’ man
It was a present from me 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’d better understand that you’re alone
A long way from home.

And I say
I don’t like reggae no no
I love it
I don’t like regaae
I love it

Don’t you cramp me style
Don’t you queer me pitch
Don’t you walk thru’ my words
‘Cause you ain’t heard me out yet.

I hurried back to the swimming pool
sippin’ 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 it you try it you’ll like it
And whollow in a Dreadlock Holyday.

And I say
Don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her
Don’t like Jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Don’t you walk thru’ her words
You got to show some respect
Don’t you walk thru’ her words
‘Cause you ain’t heard her out yet.

I don’t like cricket
I love it Dreadlock Holiday
I don’t like reggae
I love it Dreadlock Holiday
Don’t like Jamaica
I love her Dreadlock Holiday.

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The Social Network OST: The White Stripes – Ball And Biscuit Lyric

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The White Stripes – Ball And Biscuit Lyric

It’s quite possible that I’m your third man girl
But it’s a fact that I’m the seventh son
No doubt about it

It’s quite possible that I’m your third man girl
But it’s a fact that I’m the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care, by the time I’m done

Let’s have a ball and a biscuit sugar
And take our sweet little time about it
Let’s have a ball girl
And take our sweet little time about it
Tell everybody in the place to just get out
And we’ll get clean together
And I’ll find a soapbox where I can shout it

Read it in the newspaper
Ask your girlfriends and see if they know
Read it in the newspaper
Ask your girlfriends and see if they know
That my strength is ten fold girl
I’ll let you see if you want to before you go

It’s quite possible that I’m your third man
But it’s a fact that I’m the seventh son
It was the other two which made me your third
But it’s my mother who made me the seventh son
Right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care by the time I’m done

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