Come On Eileen - Nouvelle Vague

Poor old Johnny Ray

Sounded sad upon the radio

He moved a million hearts in mono

Our mothers cried

Sang along and who'd blame them

You've grown, so grown

Now I must say more than ever

Toora Loora, Toora Loo-Rye-Aye

We can sing just like our fathers

Come on Eileen

Oh I swear what I mean

At this moment you mean everything

You in that dress

Oh my thoughts I confess verge on dirty

Oh come on Eileen

These people round here

Wear beaten down eyes sunk in smoke dried faces

So resigned to what their fate is

But not us, no, not us

We are far too young and clever

Toora Loora, Toora Loo-Rye-Aye

Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever

Come on Eileen

Oh I swear what I mean

At this moment you mean everything

You in that dress

My thoughts I confess verge on dirty

Oh come on Eileen

Come on Eileen

Oh I swear what I mean

At this moment

Oh come on Eileen