Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd 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-aye
and we can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen oh, I swear (well 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,
so resigned to 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-loo-rye-aye
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, Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah, come on, let's, ah, come on, Eileen
That pretty red dress, Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah, come on, let's, ah, come on, Eileen
Please
(half-speed, getting gradually faster)
(Come on, Eileen, too-loo rye-aye, come on)
(Eileen, too-loo rye-aye, toora, toora-too-loora)
Now you have grown, now you have shown, oh, Eileen
(Come on, Eileen, too-loo rye-aye, come on)
Come on, Eileen, these things they are real, and I know
(Eileen, too-loo rye-aye, toora, toora-too-loora)
how you feel Now I must say more than ever, things round here have changed
(Come on, Eileen, too-loo rye-aye, come on) (Eileen, too-loo rye-aye, toora, toora-too-loora)
Too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-rye-aye
Come on Eileen oh, I swear (well he means)
at this moment you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts (I confess)
verge on dirty, ah come on Eileen
(fading out)