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 cried and sang along and who'd blame them
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Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
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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, well I swear (what he means)
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At this moment, you mean everything
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With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
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Verge on dirty
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Ah 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 not us
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We are far too young and clever
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Eileen I'll sing this tune forever
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Come on Eileen well 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 Eileen (tell him yes)
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Ah come on Eileen
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Come On Eileen
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