Come On Eileen

Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio Moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried Sang along, who'd blame them Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever Go toora loora toora loo rye aye And we can sing just like our fathers Come on Eileen, oh I swear (what he means) At this moment, you mean everything With you in that dress my thoughts I confess Verge on dirty Ah come on Eileen These people round here wear beaten down eyes Sunk in smoke dried faces They're so resigned to what their fate is But not us (no never), no not us (no never) We are far too young and clever Remember Go toora loora toora loo rye aye Eileen I'll hum this tune forever Come on Eileen oh I swear (what he means) Ah come on, let's take off everything That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes) Ah come on let's, Ah come on Eileen That pretty red dress, Eileen (tell him yes) Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen Please... Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye Toora toora-too-loora Now you have grown, now you have shown, oh Eileen Come on Eileen, these things they are real and I know How you feel Now I must say more than ever Things round here have changed Too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-rye-aye