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Come On Eileen.
Come On Eileen.
Poor old Johnny Ray, sounded sad upon the radio;
Put the 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 loorye aye.
we can sing just like our fathers.
Come On Eileen,
oh I swear (well he means) at this moment.
You mean ev'rything.
you in that dress,
my thoughts I confess,
verge on the dirty.
Ah, Come On Eileen.
Come On Eileen,
These people round here,
wear 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, loorye, aye.
I'll hum this tune forever.
Come on Eileen,
Oh I swear (well he means)
Ah come on let's,
take off everything,
please wear that dress, Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen,
that pretty red dress, Eileen (tell him yes),
Aah come on let's. Aah, Come on Eileen. Pleassse...
Come On, Eileen, Tooloorye aye
Come On, Eileen, Tooloorye, aye, toora.
Now you're all grown (toora), Now you (toora) have shown (toora),
Oh! Eileen.
Said, you've (You) grown (toora) (its strange that our feelings have grown),
so grown (toora) (about how you feel)!
Now (toora) I (toora) must (toora) say (toora) more (toora) than ever,
things round here will change.
I said, Toora (toora), loora, toora (toora), loorye (toora), aye (toora, toora, toora).
Come On Eileen,
oh I swear (well he means) at this moment.
You mean ev'rything.
you in that dress,
my thoughts (I confess),
verge on the dirty.
Ah, Come On Eileen.
Come On Eileen,
oh I swear (well he means) at this moment.
You mean ev'rything.
you in that dress,
Oh, my thoughts (I confess),
verge on the dirty.
Come On Eileen,
oh, ho, ho, (well he means) oh, ho, ho, ...
