Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio He moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers crying Sang along, who would blame them
You're grown (so grown up) So grown (so grown up) Now I must say more than ever 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
These people 'round here With their beat down eyes sunk in smoke dried faces They're resigned to what their fate is
But not us, (no never) no not us (no never) We are far too young and clever Toora loora toora loo rye aye I've been on this tune forever
Come on Eileen Oh, I swear (what he means) Ah come on lets take off everything That pretty red dress, oh Eileen (tell him yes) Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen Pretty red dress, oh Eileen (tell him yes) Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen
Come on, Eileen (toora) Come on Eleen (toora) Torra torra ta loo rye Now you have grown Now you have shown Oh, Eileen Said come on These things are real So, how you feel Now I must say more than ever Things won't ever change I said
Toora loora toora loo rye aye
Come on Eileen Oh, I swear (what he means) At this moment, you mean everything You in that dress Oh, my thoughts, I confess Verge on dirty Ah come on Eileen
Come on Eileen Oh, I swear (what he means) At this moment, you mean everything You in that dress Oh, my thoughts, I confess Verge on dirty Ah come on EileenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
