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

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