Poor Old Johnny Ray sounded Sad Upon The Radio he Moved A Million Hearts In Mono our Mothers Cried And Sang Along And Whod Blame Them now Youre Grown, So Grown, Now I Must Say More Than Ever go Toora Loora Toora Loo Rye Aye and We Can Sing Jsut 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 theyre So Resigned To What Their Fate Is but Not Us, No Not Us we Are Far Too Young And Clever eileen Ill Sing This Tune Forever
come On Eileen Well I Swear (What He Means) ah Come On, Lets Take Off Everything that Pretty Red Dress Eileen (Tell Him Yes) ah Come On Eileen