Poor old Johnny Ray sounded sad upon the radioHe moved a million hearts in monoOur mothers cried and sang alongAnd who’d blame themNow you’re grown, so grownNow I must say more than everGo Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye AyeAnd we can sing just like our fathersCome on Eileen, I swear (well he means)At this moment you mean everythingWith you in that dress my thoughts i confess verge on dirtyAh come on EileenThese people round here wear beaten down eyesSunk in smoke dried faces, so resigned to what their fate isBut not us, no not us, we are far too young and cleverRemember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-AyeEileen I’ll hum this tune foreverCome on Eileen, I swear, well he meansAh come on let’s take off everythingThat pretty red dress Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah come on let’s, ah come on Eileen, please