Come On Eileen

Producer：Clive Langer/Alan Winstanley

Come On Eileen

Come On Eileen

Poor old Johnny Ray

Sounded sad upon the radio

But he moved a million hearts in mono

Our mothers cried

Sang along

Who'd blame them

You've grown so grown

Now I must say more than ever

Come On Eileen

Too ra loo ra too ra loo rye aye

And we can sing just like our fathers

Come on Eileen

Oh I swear what he means

At this moment you mean everything

You in that dress

My thoughts I confess

Verge on dirty

Oh come on Eileen

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 ever

But not us not ever

We are far too young and clever

Remember

Too ra loo ra too ra loo rye aye

And you'll hum this tune forever

Come on Eileen

Oh I swear what he means

Aah come on let's

Take off everything

That pretty red dress

Eileen tell him yes

Aah come on let's

Aah come on Eileen

That pretty red dress

Eileen tell him yes

Aah come on let's

Aah come on Eileen

Come on Eileen too rye aye

Come on Eileen too rye aye

Now you're full grown

Now you have shown

Oh Eileen

Say come on Eileen

These things they are real and I know

How you feel

Now I must say more than ever

Things round here have changed

I say too ra loo ra too ra loo rye aye

Come on Eileen

Oh I swear what he means

At this moment you mean everything

You in that dress my thoughts I confess

Which are dirty

Aah come on Eileen

Aah come on Eileen

Oh I swear what he means

At this moment you mean everything

You in that dress my thoughts I confess

Well they're dirty

Come on Eileen

Come on Eileen

Oh I swear what he means