Come On Eileen

Come on, Eileen.

Come on, Eileen.

Poor old Johnny Ray, sounded sad upon the radio;
Put the million hearts in mono.
Our mothers cried, sad alone, 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 loorye aye.
We can 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
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, 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

Come On, Eileen, Tooloorye aye
Come On, Eileen, Tooloorye, aye, toora.

Now you're all grown (toora), Now you (toora) have shown (toora),
Oh! Eileen.
Said, you've (You) grown (toora) (it's strange that our feelings have grown),
so grown (toora) (about how you feel)!

Now (toora) I (toora) must (toora) say (toora) more (toora) than ever,
things round here will change.

I said, Toora (toora), loora, toora (toora), loorye (toora), aye (toora, toora, toora).

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 the dirty.

Ah, come on, Eileen.

Come on, Eileen,
oh I swear (well he means) at this moment.
You mean ev'rything.
You in that dress,
Oh, my thoughts (I confess)
verge on the dirty.

Come on, Eileen,
oh, ho, ho, (well he means) oh, ho, ho ...