Lyrics From BBC Radio 2 Debut
[Verse 1]
Stumble 'round Clifford's Fort with no good intentions
Blag a few fish off the boats and make me way up the hill
That's the problem, you see, I never make it
'Cause the half moon to [?] and the dolphin are in between
I stagger into the mission hall and mumble a few words
One for me ma, one for me sister who isn't well
And, as I get through the door back home, he's already took her
She never done nout wrong in the little time she had
[Chorus]
Iris, I miss ya like hell
Your little arms and funny laugh will haunt me 'til the day I see you again
Iris, I wish it was me
Mam won't stop wailing and the nights are proving to be
Impossible without you
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
[Verse 2]
I get up and went to her with no need of persuasion
'Cause there was lads dropping down in this small fishing town where I'm from
I fall fascist in every land from muddy fields to arid sand
And Mam baked the cake that got covered in athlete's foot powder, and I coulda cried
He's a good captain, he never makes us fix bayonets
Hopefully it won't come to that, hopefully I won't have to do it
[Verse 1]
Stumble 'round Clifford's Fort with no good intentions
Blag a few fish off the boats and make me way up the hill
That's the problem, you see, I never make it
'Cause the half moon to [?] and the dolphin are in between
I stagger into the mission hall and mumble a few words
One for me ma, one for me sister who isn't well
And, as I get through the door back home, he's already took her
She never done nout wrong in the little time she had
[Chorus]
Iris, I miss ya like hell
Your little arms and funny laugh will haunt me 'til the day I see you again
Iris, I wish it was me
Mam won't stop wailing and the nights are proving to be
Impossible without you
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
[Verse 2]
I get up and went to her with no need of persuasion
'Cause there was lads dropping down in this small fishing town where I'm from
I fall fascist in every land from muddy fields to arid sand
And Mam baked the cake that got covered in athlete's foot powder, and I coulda cried
He's a good captain, he never makes us fix bayonets
Hopefully it won't come to that, hopefully I won't have to do it
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