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) That pretty red dress, Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, Ah come on Eileen Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen Please. Come on Eileen too Come on Eileen too
Toora toora
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.
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