Poor old NOVA

Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono.

Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them.

Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever.

Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye

and we can sing just like our fathers.

Come on Eileen,

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 they're so resigned to what their fate is,

But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever.

Remember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye

Eileen I'll hum this tune forever.

Come on Eileen, I swear, well he means

Ah come on let's take off everything,

That pretty yellow dress Eileen (Tell him yes)

Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen, please.

Can you see it?