af Dexy's Midnight Runners
Poor old Johny Ray sounded sad upon the radio he moved a million
hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along who'd blame them
You're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
Say Too-Ra-Loo-Ra Too-Ra-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
These people round here wear beaten down eyes sunk in smoke dried
faces
so resigned to what their fate is
But not us,no, not us we are far too young and clever
Go Too-Ra-Loo-Ra Too-Ra-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
Pretty red dress Eileen tell him yes,ah, come on let's,ah, come
on Eileen
Pretty red dress Eileen tell him yes,ah, come on let's,ah, come
on Eileen
please
Come on Eileen Taloora,eh, come on Eileen Taloora
Now you have grown now you have shown,oh, Eileen
come on Eileen, Eileen Taloora,eh, come on Eileen Taloora
Now I must say more than ever things 'round here change
I say Too-Ra-Loo-Ra Too-Ra -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
You in that dress,oh, my thoughts I confess,well, they're dirty