Ire Harry Eddy Grant

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