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 through my words

Got to show some respect

Don't you walk through my words

'Cause you ain't heard me out yet



Well he looked down at my silver chain

He said

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