Come On Eileen
Come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen
Poor old Johnnie Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them?
You're grown (you're grown up)
So grown (so grown up)
Now I must say more than ever
(Come on, Eileen)
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
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty, oh, come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen
These people 'round here
Were beaten down, eyes sunk in smoke-dried face
They're resigned to what their fate is
But not us (no, never)
No, not us (no, never)
We are far too young and clever
(Remember)
Toora, loora, toora, loo-rye-aye
Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever
Come on, Eileen, oh, 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
That pretty red dress, Eileen, tell him yes
Ah, come on, let's, ah, come on, Eileen, please
Come on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye
Come on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye
Now you have grown, and now you have shown
Oh, Eileen
Said
Come on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye
Come on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye
Now I must say more than ever
Things 'round here change
I said, toora loora, ta-loo-rye-aye, ta-loo-rye-aye
Come on, Eileen, oh, I swear well he means
At this moment, you mean everything
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty, ah, come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen, oh, I swear well he means
At this moment, you mean everything
In that dress, oh, my thoughts, I confess
Well, they're dirty, come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen, well he means
Everything
You in that dress, I confess
Oh, believe me, if all those endearing young charms
That I gaze on so fondly today
Were to suddenly leave you or fly in the night
Just like fairy gifts gone in the sky
Come on, Eileen
Poor old Johnnie Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them?
You're grown (you're grown up)
So grown (so grown up)
Now I must say more than ever
(Come on, Eileen)
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
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty, oh, come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen
These people 'round here
Were beaten down, eyes sunk in smoke-dried face
They're resigned to what their fate is
But not us (no, never)
No, not us (no, never)
We are far too young and clever
(Remember)
Toora, loora, toora, loo-rye-aye
Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever
Come on, Eileen, oh, 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
That pretty red dress, Eileen, tell him yes
Ah, come on, let's, ah, come on, Eileen, please
Come on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye
Come on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye
Now you have grown, and now you have shown
Oh, Eileen
Said
Come on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye
Come on, Eileen, ta-loo-rye-aye
Now I must say more than ever
Things 'round here change
I said, toora loora, ta-loo-rye-aye, ta-loo-rye-aye
Come on, Eileen, oh, I swear well he means
At this moment, you mean everything
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty, ah, come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen, oh, I swear well he means
At this moment, you mean everything
In that dress, oh, my thoughts, I confess
Well, they're dirty, come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen, well he means
Everything
You in that dress, I confess
Oh, believe me, if all those endearing young charms
That I gaze on so fondly today
Were to suddenly leave you or fly in the night
Just like fairy gifts gone in the sky
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Adams, Kevin Rowland, James Paterson
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