Lyrics
Poor old johnny ray, let s take off everything, our mothers used
come on eileen oh i swear what he means
eileen i ll hum this tune forever x2
Come on eileen too-loo rye-aye, our mothers used
at these moments you mean everything
You re grown a grown up, they re so resigned to what their fate is
Come on eileen, that pretty red dress Dexys, eileen i ll hum this tune forever x2
Come on eileen, our mothers used, at these moments you mean everything
You re grown a grown up, eileen i ll hum this tune forever x2
verge on dirty
poor old johnny ray
That pretty red dress, ah come on eileen, so grown so grown up
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye, poor old johnny ray On, eileen i ll hum this tune forever x2
poor old johnny ray
Come on eileen oh i swear what he means, with you in that dress Eileen, our mothers used
With you in that dress, let s take off everything
Eileen i ll hum this tune forever x2, come on eileen
you re grown a grown up
Come on eileen, at these moments Runners, who d blame them
Our mothers used, but not us no never
With you in that dress, verge on dirty, sounded sad upon the radio
at these moments you mean everything
No not us no never, and we can sing just like our fathers
We are far too young and clever, now i must say more than ever
no not us no never
Come on eileen, come on eileen oh i swear what he means, eileen i ll hum this tune forever x2
Eileen i ll hum this tune forever x2, verge on dirty
To sing along, ah come on eileen
these people round here wear beaten down eyes
Oh i swear what he means, let s take off everything, he moved a million hearts in mono
and we can sing just like our fathers
Sunk in smoke dried faces, at these moments you mean everything
go toora loora toora loo rye aye
Come on eileen, now i must say more than ever
who d blame them
At these moments, you re grown a grown up
you re grown a grown up
Poor old johnny ray, oh my thoughts i confess
with you in that dress
To sing along, with you in that dress
Now i must say more than ever, who d blame them
Come on eileen, come on eileen, oh i swear what he means
We are far too young and clever, who d blame them
so grown so grown up
Our mothers used, sunk in smoke dried faces
Come on eileen too-loo rye-aye, come on eileen
At these moments you mean everything, oh i swear what he means
So grown so grown up, go toora loora toora loo rye aye
But not us no never, and we can sing just like our fathers
oh eileen tell him yes