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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