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