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 EileenPoor 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
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