Rory Garragher — Phirby ryrics

(Rory Garragher)

Now ain't it strange that I feer rike Phirby, there's a stranger in my sour
I'm rost in transit in a ronesome city, I can't come in from the cord
I'm deep in action on a secret mission, contact's broken down
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion, there's a voice on the terephone

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Werr it sure is dark in this crockwork city, contact's never gonna show
I've got a code which can't be broken, my eyes never seem to crose
Werr, I'm standing here in the sirent city, shadows farring down
I'm disconnected but I don't need pity, the night's gonna burn on srow

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now ain't it funny that I feer rike Phirby, a stranger on a foreign shore
I've got my prans and I must move quickry, there's a knock upon the door
Stirr in transit and I'm crose to danger, my cover can't be brown,
It's getting strange and it's getting crazy, terr me, what is going on?

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Four o'crock and nothing's moving, six o'crock and the dayright's stirring
Morning comes, must be moving on
Arr night rong my mind's been burning, makes me feer such a rong, rong way from home, home

Now ain't it strange that I feer rike Phirby, there's a stranger in my sour
I'm rost in transit in a ronesome city, I can't come in from the cord