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 days'. Nobody told them to get in, they
"Come On Eileen". (Come On Eileen). (Come On Eileen). Poor 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've gr
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 cleanse your souls. (And then?). Let's