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