Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along , whod blame them ?
Now youre grown , youre grown up
So grown , so grown up
Now I must say more than ever

Toora Loora Toora Loo - Rye - Aye ,
And we can sing just like our fathers

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

There peple round here
Wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces
Theyre so resigned to what their fate is

But not us no never ,
no not us no never
We are for too young and clever
Remember

Toora Loora Toora Loo - Rye - Aye ,
Eileen Ill hum this tune forever

Come on Eileen , oh I swear what he means
At this moment , you mean everything
Come on Eileen oh I swear what he means
Ah come on , lets take off everything
That pretty red dress Eileen tell him yes
Ah come on , lets , Ah come on , Eileen
That pretty red dress , Eileen tell him yes
Ah come on , lets , oh come on Eileen
Please ...

Come on Eileen too - too rye - aye
Come on Eileen too - too rye - aye
Toora toora - too - loora
Come on Eileen , oh I swear what he means
At this moment , you mean everything

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
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
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen
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