Verso 1: Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried Sang along, who'd blame them You're grown (you're grown up), so grown (so grown up)** Now I must say more than ever (come on Eileen) Toora-loora-toora-loo-rye-aye and we can sing just like our fathers | | (brass section) Come on Eileen oh, I swear (well he means) at this moment you mean everything With you in that dress, my thoughts (I confess) verge on dirty, Ah come on Eileen Verso 2: These people round here wear beaten-down eyes sunk in smoke-dried faces, so resigned to what their fate is