Come on, Eileen - Dexy’s Midnight Runners
These people around 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













