Iris - Intellectual

Lyrics From BBC Radio 2 Debut

[Verse 1]

Stumble round Clifford's Fort with nae 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, The Wagon, 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 nowt wrong in the little time she had

Iris, I miss ya like hell

Your little arms and funny laugh will haunt me till 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 a drink

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

I geared up and went to war with no need of persuasion

'Cause there was lads dropping down in this small fishing town where I'm from

I fought fascists in every land, from muddy fields to arid sand

And Mam baked a 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

Iris, I miss ya like hell

Things that I have seen out here will haunt me till I see you again

Iris, I wish it was me

Though I may join you soon if I don't make it through this never-ending nightmare

Iris, I hope I make it for Mam's sake

But, if not, I'll come see you now

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh