Come On Eileen

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 would blame them?
You're 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-ay, 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
All my thoughts, I confess, verge on dirty
Ah, come on, Eileen

Come on, Eileen

These people 'round here wear beaten down eyes, sunk in, smoke-dried faces
Resigned to what their fate is
But not us (no, not us), no, not us (no, not us)
We are far too young and clever (remember)
Toora-loora toora-loo rye-ay, Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever
Toora-loora toora-loo rye-ay, Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever

Come on, Eileen
Oh, I swear, well he means
Ah, come on, let's take off everything
That pretty red dress
Oh, Eileen, tell him Yes
Ah, come on, let's
Oh, come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen
Oh, I swear, well he means
At this moment, you mean everything

Come on, Eileen, ta-loora-ay
Come on, Eileen, ta-loora-ay
Toora toora ta-loora-ay
Oh, Eileen
I say, come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen
We are far too young and clever and things won't ever change
And I say: Toora-loora toora-loora loo rye-ay

Come on, Eileen
Oh, I swear, well he means
At this moment, you mean everything to me
Oh, to me
Whoa, Eileen
You mean everything