C'mon Eileen

Poor old Johnny ray sounded sad upon the radio moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cry sang along who'd blame them you're grown (you're grown up), so grown up ( so grow up) now i must say more than ever (come on Eileen) Toora - loora-toora-loo-rye-aye and we can sing like our fathers Chrous.... Come on Eileen oh, i swear ( well he means) at this moment , you mean everything with you in that dress, oh my thoughts (i confess) verge in dirty, ah 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 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 chrous.... come on Eileen oh, i swear ( well he means) ah come on lets take off everything that pretty red dress oh, Eileen tell him yes ah come on lets, ah coem on Eileen that pretty red dress oh, Eileen tell him yes ah come on lets, ah come on Eileen come on, Eileen, too-loo-rye-aye come on,Eileen, too-loo-rye-aye now you have grown,now you have shown, oh Eileen now i must say more than ever things round here have changed toora-loora toora loo-rye-aye chrous.... come on Eileen oh i swear (well 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 coem on Eileen oh , i swear ( well he means ) ah coem on Eileen lets take off everything that pretty red dress, oh my thoughts ( i confess) verge on dirty, ah come on Eileen Toora -loora toora loo-rye-aye toora -loora toora loo-rye-aye