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    Come on, Eileen!

    Thursday night, I had just finished the wonderful dinner of beef short ribs introduced a few months ago by my colleague Jess, and was walking away from the Roys et Vous restaurant where I had my dinner.

    I heard this song with this wonderful violin sound and Soundhound it. It was Come on Eileen!

    Come on Eileen

     

    Come on Eileen
    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're grown (so grown up)
    So grown (so grown up) now I must say more than ever
    Come on Eileen
    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
    Ah, come on Eileen

    Come on Eileen

    These people 'round here
    Wear beat down eyes sunk in smoke dried faces
    They're resigned to what their fate is
    But not us, (no never) no not us (no never)
    We are far to young and clever
    Remember
    Too ra loo ra too ra loo rye aye
    And you'l hum this tune forever

    Come on Eileen oh I swear (what he means)
    Ah come on lets, take off everything
    That pretty red dress, Eileen (tell him yes)
    Ah come on lets, ah come on Eileen
    That pretty red dress, Eileen (tell him yes)
    Ah come on lets, ah come on Eileen, please

    Come on Eileen too rye aye
    Come on Eileen too rye aye
    Now you're full grown
    Now you have shown
    Oh, Eileen

    Said, come on Eileen
    These things they are real and I know
    How you feel
    Now I must say more than ever
    Things round here have changed
    I say, too ra loo ra, too ra-loo rye aye

    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
    Aah, come on Eileen

    Oh, come on Eileen
    Oh, I swear (what he means)
    At this moment, you mean everything
    In that dress, oh my thoughts I confess
    Well, they're dirty
    Come on Eileen

    Come on Eileen

    Published Sat, 24 Dec 2016, 3:54 PM by frove

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