(Cum on Eileen)
Poor old Johnny Ray
sat inside upon the radio
Put a billion hearts in bun dough.
Our father's strange.
Saddle up!
Who? Bamm-Bamm!
You proved super loose.
Now I must head home and ever.
(Cum on Eileen)
Too raw Lou Raw Too Raw Lou Rye A.
We can sing just like our folder.
Cum on Eileen!
Oh, I swear. (But, there're bees)
At this moment, you mean everything.
You in that dress.
My boys are the best.
Boats are dirty.
Oh, cum on Eileen.
(Cum on Eileen!)
These people 'round him,
who've been down like sunken smut-dried face
all pretending to what their pride is.
But, mothers. (No never)
No cat eyes. (No never)
We are far too young and clever. (Remember)
Too raw Lou Raw Too Raw Lou Rye A.
I'm gonna hug this dude forever.
Cum on Eileen
Oh I swear. (But, there're bees)
Ah, come omelet.
Tick off everything.
Wood's through that dress.
Eileen (Tell me "yes")
Oh, come omelet
Oh cum on Eileen.
Wood's through that dress.
Eileen (Tell me "yes")
Oh, come omelet
Oh cum on Eileen.
Cum on Eileen. To Lou Rye A
Cum on Eileen. To Lou Rye A
Now you are grown.
Now you have shown.
Oh, Eileen.
Sad, cum on Eileen.
You grew. So blue.
(How do ya feel?)
Now I must say more than ever.
Thing 'round here don't change.
I said, too raw, Lou Raw, too raw, Lou Rye, A.
Cum on Eileen!
Oh, I swear. (But, there're bees)
At this moment, you mean everything.
You in that dress.
My boys are a mess.
Birds are dirty.
Oh, cum on Eileen.
Cum on Eileen!
Oh, I swear. (But, there're bees)
At this moan. Man! You mean everything.
In that dress.
Oh, my boys are a mess.
Well, they're dirty.
Cum on Eileen.
Cum on Eileen!
Woah Oh Oh.