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, so grown, now I must say more than ever
come on eileen
Go toora loora toora 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
With you in that dress oh my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen