Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along and who`d blame them
Now you`re grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen, well 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
These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces
They`re so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no not us
We are far too young and clever
Eileen I`ll sing this tune forever
Come on Eileen well I swear (what he means)
Ah come on, let`s take off everything
That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah come on Eileen