| Poor old Johnny Ray
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| Sounded sad upon the radio
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| He moved a million hearts in mono
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| Our mothers used
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| To sing along, who’d blame them
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| You’re grown (a grown up), so grown (so grown up), now I must say more than ever
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| (come on eileen)
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| Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
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| And we can sing just like our fathers
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| Come on Eileen, oh I swear (what he means)
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| At these moments, you mean everything
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| With you in that dress, oh my thoughts I confess
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| Verge on dirty
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| Ah come on Eileen
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| Come on Eileen !
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| These people round here wear beaten down eyes
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| Sunk in smoke dried faces
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| They’re so resigned to what their fate is
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| But not us (no never), no not us (no never)
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| We are far too young and clever
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| Remember
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| Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
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| Eileen I’ll hum this tune forever (x2)
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| Come on Eileen oh I swear (what he means)
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| Ah come on, let’s take off everything
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| That pretty red dress, oh Eileen tell him yes
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| Ah come on let’s, Ah come on Eileen
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| Come on Eileen oh I swear (what he means)
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| at these moments you mean everything
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| Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye |