Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio He moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried Sang along and who'd blame them You've grown, so grown Now I must say more than ever
Toora Loora, Toora Loo-Rye-Aye We can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen Oh I swear what I mean At this moment you mean everything You in that dress Oh 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
Toora Loora, Toora Loo-Rye-Aye Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever
Come on Eileen Oh I swear what I mean At this moment you mean everything You in that dress My thoughts I confess verge on dirty Oh come on Eileen
Come on Eileen Oh I swear what I mean At this moment Oh come on Eileen
Compositor: Kevin Rowland (Dexy's Midnight Runners cover)