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Come on, Eileen

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them?

You're grown (you're grown)
So grown (so grown)
Now I must say more than ever
Come on, Eileen

Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rai
And we can sing just like our fathers

Come on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (well, he means)
At this moment
You mean everything

You in that dress
My thoughts, I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah, come on, Eileen

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, no not us (no, never)
We are far too young and clever

(Remember) too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rai
Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever

Come on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (well, he means)
Ah, come on, let's
Take off everything

Pretty red dress
Eileen, tell him yes
Ah, come on, let's
Ah, come on, Eileen, please

(Come on, Eileen, too-loo-rai)
(Come on, Eileen, too-loo-rai)
Now you are grown, now you have shown (too-ra-too-ra, too-loo-ra)
Oh, Eileen, said

Come on, Eileen
These things, they are real (come on, Eileen, too-loo-rai)
And I know how you feel (come on, Eileen, too-loo-rai)
Now I must say, more than ever (too-ra, too-ra, too-loo-ra)
Things 'round here have changed, I said

Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rai (come on, Eileen, too-loo-rai)
(Come on, Eileen, too-loo-rai, too-ra, too-ra, too-loo-ra)

Come on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (well, he means)
At this moment
You mean everything

You in that dress
My thoughts, I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah, come on, Eileen

Come on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (well, he means)
At this moment
You mean everything
(In that dress) oh, my thoughts, I confess

Writer(s): James Paterson, Kevin Rowland, Kevin Adams

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