Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio Moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried And they sang along But who would blame them You've grown So grown And now I must say more than ever Too ra loo ra too ra loo rye aye And we'll sing just like our fathers Come on, Eileen Oh I swear what he means This moment You mean everything You in that dress My thoughts I confess Verge on dirty Come on, Eileen These people 'round here How they move around with smoke-dried faces Resigned to what their fate is But not us Not us We are far to young and clever Too ra loo ra too ra loo rye aye And we'll hum this tune forever Come on, Eileen Oh I swear what he means This moment You mean everything You in that dress My thoughts I confess Verge on dirty Come on Eileen Come on, Eileen, too rye aye Come on, Eileen, too rye aye Come on, Eileen, too rye aye Come on, Eileen, too rye aye Come on, Eileen, too rye aye Come on, Eileen, too rye aye Come on, Eileen Oh I swear what he means This moment You mean everything You in that dress My thoughts I confess Verge on dirty Come on Eileen