Texty:
Dexys Midnight Runners

Come on Eileen Come on Eileen Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio Moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried Sang along, who'd blame

I'll show you them now, those boys without cares Who'd swapped dirty pictures and talked during prayers They grew up with wisdom they'd stored from 'Those

Nobody tells you, you end up knowing Bad habits, you should sleep alone Open to suggestions, is that the way you feel? 'Coz you're the voice of experience

Pure, this must be, it has to be Pure, let's make this pure (Do you mean it?) Yes I do (Then let's sing it) Certainly, but first bare your hearts And

You've always been searching for something But everything seems so so-so Tightly close your eyes Hold out your hand We'll make a stand Forget their plans

I'll need tonight to sit and think about this Think what to do I'll take some strength to banish hollow sorrow Hollow sorrow's nothing new Just enough

Oh, what's the matter? I said, I said oh no, it's no better I've been thinking it out and it still gets no better I'm here singing this out and these

You're looking to win it, but not taking it in Uppers give you heart impotence but don't tell you anything. People are saying, you're losing your feel

You gave me your ace card I gave you my time In a day of confusion I said Id stash it with mine But now my temperatures rising My back has grown