Come on Eileen (feat. Sandra Nkaké)

Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio He moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried Sang along and who'd blame them You've grown, so grown Now I must say more than ever Toora Loora, Toora Loo-Rye-Aye We can sing just like our fathers Come on Eileen Oh I swear what I mean At this moment you mean everything You in that dress Oh my thoughts I confess verge on dirty Oh come on Eileen These people round here Wear beaten down eyes sunk in smoke dried faces So resigned to what their fate is But not us, no, not us We are far too young and clever Toora Loora, Toora Loo-Rye-Aye Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever Come on Eileen Oh I swear what I mean At this moment you mean everything You in that dress My thoughts I confess verge on dirty Oh come on Eileen Come on Eileen Oh I swear what I mean At this moment Oh come on Eileen