Come on Eileen

Dexys Midnight Runners

Poor old Johnny Ray

Sounded sad upon the radio

He moved a million hearts in mono

Our mothers cried and sang along

and who'd blame them

Now you're grown, so grown,

now I must say more than ever

Go toora loora toora loo rye aye

And we can sing just like our fathers

Come on Eileen,

well I swear (what he means)

At this moment,

you mean everything

With you in that dress

my thoughts I confess

Verge on dirty

Ah 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 not us

We are far too young and clever

Eileen I'll sing this tune forever

Come on Eileen

well I swear (what he means)

Ah come on, let's take off everything

That pretty red dress

Eileen (tell him yes)

Ah come on Eileen