[shark]

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
But he moved a million hearts in mono


Our mothers cried
Sang along
Who'd blame them


You've grown,
so grown
Now I must say more than ever
Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye
And we can sing just like our fathers




Come on Eileen
Oh, I swear what he means
At this moment you mean everything
You in that dress
My thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty


Oh, come on Eileen


(Come On Eileen)