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 up)
So grown
(So grown up)
Now I must say more than ever
Come on Eileen
Too-ra, loo-ra, too-ra, 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 ev'rything
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
Resign'd to what their fate is
But not us
No not us
We are far too young and clever
Remember too-ra, loo-ra, too-ra, loo-rye aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune forever
Come on Eileen
Oh I swear well he means aah come on
Let's take off ev'rything
That pretty red dress Eileen
Tell him less
Aah come on let's
Ah come on Eileen
Come on Eileen
Too-loo-rye aye
Come on Eileen
Too-loo-rye aye too-ra
Too-ra, too-loo-ra
Oh Eileen

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