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 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 around 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
Come on, Eileen I swear (well, 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, please
Come on, Eileen I swear (well, 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, please
Come on, Eileen 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