Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, now who'd blame them
You're grown (you're 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 (well 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,
so resigned to what their fate is
but not us (no never) not us (no never)
we are far too young and clever, or so we thought
Toora-loora-toora-loo-rye-aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune for ever

Come on Eileen, oh I swear (well he means)
Ah come on let's take off everything
That pretty red dress, ah Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen
That pretty red dress, ah Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen
Please...


Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye come on
Eileen too-loo rye-aye
Now you have grown, now you have shown, oh Eileen
You’ve grown and you show how you feel
‘Cause now I must say more than ever
Toora-too-loora
things round here have changed
Too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-rye-aye
Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye toora toora-too-loora