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Oui Avant-Garde A Chance,
Come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen
Poor old Johnny Ray, sounded sad upon the radio;
He moved a million hearts in mono.
Our mothers used to sing 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 loorye 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 the dirty
Ah, come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen
These people round here
wear beaten down eyes, sun 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
Remember!
Toora, loora, toora, loorye, aye
Eileen, I'll let this tune forever
Toora, loora, toora, loorye, aye
Eileen, I'll let this tune forever
Come on Eileen
Oh, I swear (well, he means)
Ah, come on let's
take off everything
That pretty red dress, Oh, Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah, come on let's, ah, come on, Eileen
Come on, Eileen
Oh, I swear (well, he means)
at this moment you mean everything
Come on, Eileen, tooloorye, aye.
Come on, Eileen, tooloorye, aye, toora, toora tooloorye
Oh, Eileen.
I said: come on, Eileen. Oh, come on, Eileen
We are far too young and clever
And things won't ever change
And I say:
Toora, loora, toora loorye, aye.
Come On Eileen,
oh I swear (well he means) at this moment
You mean everything to me
Oh, to me.
Oh, Eileen.
You mean everything.
