Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio He moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers used to sing along Who'd blame them? You're grown (so grown up) So grown (so grown up) Now I must say more than ever (come on, Eileen) Toora loora toora loo rye aye 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 Oh my thoughts, I confess, verge on dirty Ah come on Eileen Come on, Eileen These people 'round here With their beaten down eyes Sunk in smoke dried faces They're so 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 what he means Ah come on, let's take off everything That pretty red dress, oh 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 Woh, oh, Eileen I said come on Eileen (Come on, Eileen, too-loora yeah) I said come on Eileen (Eileen, too-loora yeah) We are far too young and clever (toora toora-too-loora) And things won't ever change And I say... Toora loora (Come on, Eileen too-loora) Toora loo rye ayee (Come on, Eileen, too-loo rye-aye) (Toora toora too-loora) Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means At this moment, you mean everything to me Woh, oh, oh, to me Woh, Eileen You mean everything