Come on, Eileen.
Come on, Eileen.
Poor old Johnny Ray, sounded sad upon the radio;
Broke a million hearts in mono.
Oh our mothers cried, sang along, who can 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 loorye aye.
We gonna sing just like our fathers.
Come on, Eileen,
Oh I swear (well he means) at this moment
You mean ev'rything.
You in that dress,
my thoughts, I confess,
verge on dirty.
Ah, Come on Eileen.
Come On, Eileen.
These people round here
they've been down with sunken, smoke-dried faces
So resentful what their fate is,
But not us (no never),
no, not us (no never),
we are far too young and clever.
(Remember)
Toora, loora, toora, loorye, aye.
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, Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on, Eileen,
Pleassse