Come on Eileen
Poor old Johnnie Ray sounded
sad upon the radio He moved
a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried Sang along
and who'd blame them You're
grown, so grown Now I must say
more than ever
Too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-rye-aye
And we can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen Well 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 around here
wear beaten down eyes sunk in
smoke dried faces They're so
resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no not us We
are far too young and clever
Too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-rye-aye
And you'll hum this tune forever
Come on, Eileen Well 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
come on Eileen(x2)
Come on Eileen too loo-rye-aye
Come on Eileen too loo-rye-aye
Now you're full 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 I say too-ra loo-ra
too-ra loo-rye-aye
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