Irene

Bless the bliss and the scenery
Scruffy girl in her coat of cream
Oh, Irene

Green leaf ignorance and honeycomb glasses
Spanish sandals and Ferris molasses
You're my masses

Your mother was a blowtorch
And your father was a drunk
And I was a first-class flyer
While you were a retro punk

Simulated marital status
Pure romantic apparatus
Have you come to take us?
The roundabout will take us all

Your mother was a blowtorch
And your father was a drunk
And I was a first-class flyer
While you were a retro punk

Well, it's alright, the scenery
The lights are blue and green
We're all alive in this bubblegum town
Where no-one knows your name
Where no-one knows your name

Oh, we love you, yes we do
Irene, how I love you

Your mother was a blowtorch
And your father was a drunk
And I was a first-class flyer
While you were a retro punk

Your mother was a blowtorch
And your father was a drunk
And I was a first-class flyer
While you were a retro punk