Ire Harry
Lives in Brixton
And he's got a degree
Ire Harry, Ire
He just wanna be free
Born a loser
See him walking the streets
Never too sure, too sure
About where he'll sleep
Oh! Ah, yeah
Ire Harry (Alright)
Ire, ah, ah, I
Ire Harry, Ire
You got too much soul
Ire Harry
Ire, ah, ah, I
Ire Harry, Ire
You got too much soul
Even in Tucson
Where the grass is green
You'll see Harry, Ire
Dreadlocks blowing in the wind
Oh! Alright
Ire Harry
Ire, ah, ah, I
Ire Harry, Ire
You got too much soul
Oh, yeah
Ire Harry (Alright)
Ire, ah, ah, I
Ire Harry, Ire
You got too much soul
Whoo!
Whoo!
Oh!
Ire Harry
Ire, ah, ah, I
Ire Harry, Ire
You got too much soul
Ire Harry
Ire, ah, ah, I
Ire Harry, Ire
You got too much soul
Ire Harry (Whoo! Alright)
Ire, ah, ah, I
(Ire's in the papers)
Ire Harry, Ire
(He's in the papers)
You got too much soul
(Living with the past)
(Living with the past)
Ire Harry (Alright)
Ire, ah, ah, I (Oh!)
Ire Harry, Ire
You got too much sou1