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 sang along and who'd blame them
You're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
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

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
Toora loora toora loo rye aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune forever
Toora loora toora loo rye aye
Eileen I'll hum 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, let's
Ah come on Eileen

Come on Eileen well I swear (what he means at this moment)
You mean everything

Come on Eileen...