Poor old Johnny Ray sounded sad upon the radio He moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried, And sang along who'd blame them? You've grown, so grown Now I must say more than ever (Come on Eileen) Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye Aye And we can sing just like our fathers Come on Eileen, I swear (well he means) At this moment, you mean everything You in that dress, my thoughts I confess Verge on dirty Ah come on Eileen