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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, 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, 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
Come on Eileen
These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces
Resigned to what their fate is