Come on Eileen

Toora loora toora loo rye aye And we can sing just like our fathers Come on Eileen, oh I swear (well he means) At this moment, you mean everything You in that dress, oh my thoughts I confess Verge on dirty Ah come on Eileen Come on Eileen These people round here Wear beaten down eyes Sunk in smoke dried faces Resigned to what their fate is But not us (no never), no not us (no never) We are far too young and clever