Peter Tosh

Woke up this morning
With a funny funny feelin'
And that feelin'
Was an unusual feelin'

Inna my bone
It inna my blood
Inna my toes
Coming up to my brain

Went to the doctor
To check out what's matter
I went to the doctor
To find out the matter
Doctor said, "Son!
You have a reggaemylitis."
I said, "What!?"
Doctor said, "Son!
You have a reggaemylitis."

Inna me bone
Inna me blood
From my toes
Up to my brain

Is it contagious?
Is it outrageous?
Is it vicious?
Or is it dangerous?

I can feel it inna my bone
Inna my ankle
From my toes
Up to my brain

Is it incurable?
It's fit for desirable
It isn't curable
Fit for desirable

I have it inna my toes
Inna my ankle
Inna my knees
Up to my waist

Under me ribs
Across me shoulder
Inna my finger
Up to my brain

Reggaemylitis, I say
It's reggaemylitis, I say
You only catch it one way
It's reggaemylitis, what I say

Sometimes your temperature
It really gets higher
And the music
Sets your soul on fire

I got it inna my toes
Inna my knees
Inna my ankle
Inna my waist
Inna my heart
Inna my soul
Inna my mind
Coming through my mouth
Inna my finger
Registered in my brain
Reggaemylitis, I say