Intro : (x2)
Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded s ad upon the radio
Moved a mi llion hearts in m ono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them
You're grown, so grown
Now I must say more than e ver, c ome on Eileen
Toora loora t oora loo r ye ay
And we can si ng just like our fat hers
Come on Eileen, oh I s wear what he means
At this m oment, you mean everyt hing
With y ou in that dress my th oughts I confess
Verge on d irty, ah come on Eile en
These people round h ere
Wear beaten d own eyes sunk in smoke dried faces
So res igned to what their fa te is
Bu t not us, no never, no not us, no never
We are far too young and cl ever Re member
Toora loora t oora loo rye ay
Eileen, I'll h um this tune fo rever
Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means
Ah come on let's, take off everythi ng
Pr etty red dress, E ileen tell him yes
Ah c ome on let's, ah come on E ileen
That p retty red dress, E ileen tell him yes
Ah come on let's, ah come on E ileen, ple ase
Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay
Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay
(Now you have grown, now you have shown)
(Oh Eileen)
(Said come on)
(These things that are real so, how you feel)
(Now I must say more than ever)
(Things round here change)
(I said toora loora)
(Toora loo rye ay)
Come on Eileen, oh 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
Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means
At this moment, you mean everything
In that dress oh my thoughts I confess
Well they're dirty, on Eileen
Come on Eileen, whoa what he means
Oh, ah come on, everything
