Come on Eileen
Come on Eileen
Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mother?s swayed
Sang along, who?d blame them
You?ve grown (you?re grown up) so grown (so grown up)
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 (well he means)
At this moment you mean everything
You, in that dress
My thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty, ah, come on Eileen
Come on Eileen
These people ?round here
Wear beaten down eyed sunken smoke-dried faces
Resigned to what their fate is
But not us (no never) no not us (no never)
We are far too young and clever
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