Come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen
Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers used to sing along, who'd blame them
You're grown
(you're grown), so grown
(so grown)
Now I must say more than ever
(come on, Eileen)
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
Come on, Eileen
These people round here
Were 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)
Toora loora toora loo rye aye
Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever
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, oh Eileen tell him let's
Ah come on, let's, ah come on Eileen
Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means
At this moment you mean everything
Come on Eileen, too-loo rye aye
Come on Eileen, too-loo rye aye doo-wuh too-wuh tool-loo aye
Oh Eileen
I said:
Come on Eileen, oh come on Eileen
We are far too young and clever
And things won't ever change
And I said
Toora
(come on Eileen) loora
(too-loo rye aye)
Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means
At this moment you mean everything to me
Oh to me
Woah, Eileen
You mean everything...