Show me them now. Those wild little boys. The ones that spelled trouble. And stole all their toys. Young boys with contempt. Dreams and schemes in their eyes. Strong, rich in spirit. With milk
"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