Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana
Roots rock reggae
Rough rough reggae
Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana
Ragga ragga reggae
A roots Rock Reggae

We have this little island in the Carribean sea
Land of wood and water and nuff ganja tree
We play reggae - roots rock reggae
Reggae music is a ghetto music
And a ghetto music is a rebel music
It's reggae - rough rough reggae

Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana
Ragga ragga reggae
A rough rough reggae

My eyes are red
I can feel it from this crop of callie herb slappin' in my head

I'm in a mellow mood
Sipping this pot of our brain food
Found on the tomb of the great King Solomon
This collie herb is the healing of the nation

Red eyes!
Red eyes!

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Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana
Roots rock reggae
Rough rough reggae
Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana
Ragga ragga reggae
A roots Rock Reggae

My eyes are red
I can feel it from this crop of callie herb slappin' in my head

I'm in a mellow mood
Sipping this pot of our brain food
'Cause when the sun rise up on the mountain top
Sets upon my callie crop, that's my brain food

I'm in a mellow mood
From Negril point to Morant Bay
You can hear the reggae just a play
It's reggae - a rough rough reggae
Because a reggae, a roots rock reggae
Reggae, reggae in our bones, in our bones

Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana
Ragga ragga reggae
Rough rough reggae
Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana
Reggae
Rough rough reggae
Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana
Reggae