Poor old Johnny Ray sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
And sang along who'd blame them?
Now I must say more than ever
(Come on Eileen) 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
You in that dress, my thoughts I confess
