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 gra** 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