—Come On Eileen
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


