First* 16 bars are instrumental:
| | | | | x2 [fiddle]***
| | | | | x2 [fiddle and banjo]
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 (you're grown up), so grown (so grown up)**
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 oh, I swear (well he means)
at this moment you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts (I confess)
verge on dirty, Ah come on Eileen
| | | [banjo]
| | | | | [fiddle and banjo]
These people round here
wear beaten-down eyes sunk in smoke-dried faces,
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
Toora-loora-toora-loo-rye-aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune for ever
Come on Eileen, oh I swear (well 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
Come on Eileen oh, I swear (well he means)
at this moment you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts (I confess)
verge on dirty, Ah come on Eileen
Come on Eileen oh, I swear (well he means)
at this moment you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts (I confess)
verge on dirty, Ah come on Eileen
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