Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along
And who'd blame them

Now you're grown so grown
Now I must say more than ever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing just like our fathers

Come on Eileen
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

These people 'round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke, dried faces they're so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no, not us, we are far too young and clever
Remember toora loora toora loo rye aye
Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever

Come on Eileen, I swear, well he means
Ah, come on, let's take off everything
That pretty red dress, Eileen
(Tell him yes)
Ah, come on, let's, ah, come on, Eileen, please