Poor old Johnny Ray
    Sounded sad upon the radio
    Moved a million hearts in mono
    Our mothers cried
    Sang along, who'd blame them
    Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
    Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
    And we can sing just like our fathers
    
    [Chorus:]
    Come on Eileen, oh I swear (what he means)
    At this moment, you mean everything
    With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
    Verge on dirty
    Ah 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 never), no not us (no never)
    We are far too young and clever
    Remember
    Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
    Eileen I'll hum this tune forever
    
    Come on Eileen oh I swear (what he means)
    Ah come on, let's take off everything
    That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes)
    Ah come on let's, Ah come on Eileen
    That pretty red dress, Eileen (tell him yes)
    Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen
    Please...
    
    Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye
    Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye
    Toora toora-too-loora
    
    Now you have grown, now you have shown, oh Eileen
    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
    Too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-rye-aye
    
    [Chorus]