Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad
upon the radio
Moved a million
hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along
Who would blame them
You've grown so grown
Now I must say
more than ever
Too-ra-loo-ra
too-ra-loo-rye-ay
And we can sing
just like our fathers
Come on Eileen
Oh I swear
what he means
At this moment
you mean everything
You in that dress
My thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Oh come on Eileen
These people round here
Wear beaten-down eyes
sunk in smoke-dried
faces so resigned
to what their fate is
Not us
No not us
We are far too
young and clever
Too-ra-loo-ra
too-ra-loo-rye-ay
And you'll hum
this tune forever
Come on Eileen
Oh I swear
what he means
Aah come on let's
Take off everything
You with that dress
Eileen
Aah come on let's
Aah come on Eileen
Pretty red dress
Eileen
Aah come on let's
Aah come on Eileen
Now you're full grown
Now you have shown
Oh Eileen
Say come on Eileen
These things
they are real
and I know
How you feel
Now I must say
more than ever
Things round here
have changed
I say too-ra-loo-ra
too-ra-loo-rye-ay
Come on Eileen
Oh I swear
At this moment
you mean everything
You in that dress
my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Aah come on Eileen
Come on Eileen
Oh I swear
At this moment
you mean everything
You in that dress
my thoughts I confess
Well they're dirty
Come on Eileen