My friend Iris, she lives in a van.
Saves her money to spend it when she can.
On food or gas or an album to last her her next trip
My friend Iris, is doing alright
Both her parents approve of her life
Of riding around till she's tired and parking by beach signs
So I'll ride around with her till the Volkswagen dies
My friend Iris believes in a God
And if she prays right, he'll give her what she wants
But I've tried kneeling and I haven't heard anything back
Iris found Him driving through Santa Cruz
Silly me thought I found him through you
But she got a record deal and all I got was bad news
Iris is singing 'Good Vibrations' and I'm stuck here singing the blues
Ooo, I quit my job I moved back home
Ooo, tryna find religious repose but
Ooo, all I got was fear of missing out
Guess rules don't apply when you feel as alive as Iris
Oooh Iris
I wanna live like my friend Iris
I wanna live like my friend Iris
I wanna live like my friend Iris
I wanna live like my friend Iris
Ooo, I quit my job I moved back home
Ooo, tryna find religious repose but
Ooo, all I got was fear of missing out
Guess rules oh don't apply when you feel as alive
Don't apply when you feel as alive
Don't apply when you feel as alive as Iris
Oh Iris. Yeayea yeah
