Poor old Johnny Ray
sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a mil-lion hearts in mo-no
Our mothers used…
To sing a-long who’d blame them?
You’ve grown, (your grown up)
So grown (so grown up)
Now I must say more than ever (Come on Eileen)
Too-ra Loo-ra Too-ra Loo-Rye Aye
And we can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen , I swear well he means
At this moment, you mean ev-‘ry-thing
You in that dress, oh my thoughts I confess
Verge on dir-ty
Come on, Eileen too-loo-rye-aye, Come on
Eileen, too-loo-rye-aye, Too-ra
Too-ra-Too-loo-ra – Oh!… Eilieen…
Come on, Eileen too-loo-rye-aye, Come on
Eileen, too-loo-rye-aye, Too-ra
Too-ra-Too-loo-ra – Oh!… Eilieen…
Come on, Eileen too-loo-rye-aye, Come on
Eileen, too-loo-rye-aye, Too-ra
Too-ra-Too-loo-ra – Oh!… Eilieen…
Come on Eileen , I swear well he means
Ah come on! Let’s take off ev-‘ry-thing
That pretty red dress, Eileen tell him less
Ah come on let’s…
Come on Eileen