I Don't Like Cricket (I Love It ) [Dreadlock Holiday] [Live Version] - 10cc

Spent 48 dollars last night at the county fair I throwed out my shoulder, but I won her that teddy bear She's got me sayin' "Sugar Pie", "Honey", "Darlin'", and "Dear" I ain't seen the Braves play a game all year I'm gonna get fired if I don't get some sleep My long lost buddies say I'm getting in too deep But I like it, I love it, I want some more of it I try so hard, I can't rise above it Don't know what it is 'bout that little girl's lovin' But I like it, I love it, I want some more of it My mama and daddy tried to teach me courtesy But it never sank in 'til that girl got a hold of me Now I'm holdin' umbrellas, and opening up doors I'm taking out the trash and I'm sweeping my floor I'm crossing my fingers, and counting every kiss Prayin' that it keeps goin' on like this 'Cause I like it, I love it, I want some more of it I try so hard, I can't rise above it I don't know what it is 'bout that little girl's lovin' But I like it, I love it, I want some more of it Gotta wash my truck and dress up To pick her up to watch TV When she sits down on the sofa, she'll move a little closer She can't get enough of me And I like it, I love it, I want some more of it I try so hard, I can't rise above it I don't know what it is 'bout that little girl's lovin' But I like it, I love it, I want some more of it Come on, baby You know what I like Yeah, I like that Hey, don't forget to turn out the lights

It's one thing to know it but another to admit We're the worst band in the world But we don't give a... If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the drums Then we'd be nothing more than a bunch of darma bums So tune up, tune up Well we've never done a days work in our life And our records sell in zillions It irrigates my heart with greed To know that you adore me Up yours, up mine But up everybody's that takes time But we're working on it Working on it (Ooh) We never seen the van, leave it to the roadies Never met the roadies, leave them in the van All because of circumstances way beyond control We became the darlings of this thing called rock and roll, ooh Here I am a record on a jukebox A little piece of plastic with a hole, ooh Play me Buy me then you play me and my plastic turns to gold Here we are together on your hi fi A little piece of plastic with a hole, oh Fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me Fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me