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  [bad word] on Eileen, well I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty [bad word] 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
Eileen I'll sing this tune forever  [bad word] on Eileen well I swear (what he means) [bad word] on, let's take off everything
That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes) [bad word] on Eileen 

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The words here vary slightly from the ones you'll hear on the album.
We have intentionally presented them this way to make them easier
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