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Come on Eileen

Höfundur lags: Kevin Rowland Höfundur texta: Billy Adams Flytjandi: Dexy's midnight runners Sent inn af: Anonymous
[C]Poor old Johnny R[Em]ay   
Sounded [F]sad upon the radio
moved a [C]million hearts in [G]mono
[C]Our mothers cried
[F]Sang along, [F]who'd blame them [C]    [G]    
[C]You're grown (you're grown up),
[Em]so grown (so grown up)
[F]Now I must say more than ever [C]    
[G](come on Eileen)
[C]Toora-loora-[Em]toora-loo-rye-[F]aye  
and we can [C]sing just like our [G]fathers

[D]Come on Eileen oh, I [A]swear (well he means)
at this [Em]moment you mean [G]every[A]thing
With [D]you in that dress, my [A]thoughts (I confess)
verge on [Em]dirty, Ah come [G]on Eil[A]een  

[C]These people round [Em]here   
wear beaten-[F]down eyes sunk in smoke-dried faces,
so re[C]signed to what their [G]fate is
but [C]not us (no never) no [Em]not us (no never)
we are far too young and clever
[C]    [G](come on Eileen)
[C]Toora-loora-[Em]toora-loo-rye-[F]aye  
Eileen I'll [C]hum this tune for [G]ever

[D]Come on Eileen, oh I [A]swear (well he means)
Ah come [Em]on let's take off [G]every[A]thing
That [D]pretty red dress, Ei[A]leen (tell him yes)
Ah come [E]on let's, ah come [G]on Ei[A]leen

[D](Come on Eileen too-loo rye-[F#m]aye come on)
(Eileen too-loo rye-[G]aye toora toora-too-loora) [D]    [A]    
Now you have grown,
now you have shown, oh Eileen
[D]Come on Eileen, these things they are real
[F#m]and I know how you feel
[G]Now I must say more than ever
[D]things round here have [A]changed
[D]Too-ra loo-ra [F#m]too-ra loo-rye-[G]aye [D]    [A]    

[D]Come on Eileen oh, I [A]swear (well he means)
at this [Em]moment you mean [G]every[A]thing
With [D]you in that dress, my [A]thoughts (I confess)
verge on [Em]dirty, Ah come [G]on Eil[A]een  

[D]Come on Eileen oh, I [A]swear (well he means)
at this [Em]moment you mean [G]every[A]thing
With [D]you in that dress, my [A]thoughts (I confess)
verge on [Em]dirty, Ah come [G]on Eil[A]een  

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them
You're grown (you're grown up),
so grown (so grown up)
Now I must say more than ever
(come on Eileen)
Toora-loora-toora-loo-rye-aye
and we can sing just like our fathers

Come on Eileen oh, I swear (well he means)
at this moment you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts (I confess)
verge on dirty, Ah come on Eileen

These people round here
wear beaten-down eyes sunk in smoke-dried faces,
so resigned to what their fate is
but not us (no never) no not us (no never)
we are far too young and clever
(come on Eileen)
Toora-loora-toora-loo-rye-aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune for ever

Come on Eileen, oh 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

(Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye come on)
(Eileen too-loo rye-aye toora toora-too-loora)
Now you have grown,
now you have shown, oh Eileen
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
Too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-rye-aye

Come on Eileen oh, I swear (well he means)
at this moment you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts (I confess)
verge on dirty, Ah come on Eileen

Come on Eileen oh, I swear (well he means)
at this moment you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts (I confess)
verge on dirty, Ah come on Eileen

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