Lyrics:

Poor old Johnny RaySounded sad upon the radioHe moved a million hearts in monoOur mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame themNow you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than everGo toora loora toora loo rye ayeAnd we can sing jsut like our fathersCome on Eileen, well I swear (what he means)At this moment, you mean everythingWith you in that dress my thoughts I confessVerge on dirtyAh come on EileenThese people round here wear beaten down eyesSunk in smoke dried facesThey're so resigned to what their fate isBut not us, no not usWe are far too young and cleverEileen I'll sing this tune foreverCome on Eileen well I swear (what he means)Ah come on, let's take off everythingThat pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes)Ah come on Eileen