Come on Eileen sing and play along

Come on Eileen.

Poor old Johnny Ray

sounded sad upon the radio;

he moved a million hearts in mono.

Our mothers used

to sing along;

who'd blame them?

You're grown.

(You're grown up.)

So grown.

(So grown up.)

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 well he means at this moment.

You mean ev'rything.

With that you in that dress,

my thoughts I confess verge on dirty,

ah, come on

Eileen.

Come on Eileen.

These people 'round here

wear beatendown eyes sunk in smoke dried faces,

resigned to what their fate is,

but not us, no not us.

We are far too young and clever.

Remember, too ra, loo ra, too ra,

loo rye aye.

Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever.

Eileen.

Come on Eileen.

Too loo rye aye, come on

Eileen, too loo rye aye, too ra.

Too ra, too loo ra.

Oh Things won't Eiven change.

leen.

Come on Eileen.

Too loo rye aye, come on

Eileen, too loo rye aye, too ra.

Too ra, too loo ra.

Oh Things won't Eiven change.

leen.