Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon
the radio
Moved a million
hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along
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
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
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
Remember
Go toora loora
toora loo rye aye
Eileen I'll hum this
tune forever
Go toora loora
toora loo rye aye
Eileen I'll hum this
tune forever
Come on Eileen oh
I swear
what 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
Come on Eileen
oh I swear
what he means
At this moment
you mean everything
Come on
Eileen too
loo rye aye
Come on
Eileen too
loo rye aye
Toora toora
too loora
oh Eileen
Come on Eileen
Come on Eileen
We are far too
young and clever
Things round here
have changed
Too ra loo ra
too ra loo rye aye
Come on Eileen
oh I swear
what he means
At this moment
you mean everything
you mean everything