Come on

It's Monday. You know what I'm going to say now. It's time to get up, get dressed and hit the exercise routine. Come on. You know you can do it. You know you'll feel better if you do. You know you'll regret it if you don't.

Let's do this.

I'm back in my comfort zone, with my usual partner-in-running this week, so I have no excuses.
And despite the cold, it's a beautiful clear day here. The sun will be out in about 15 minutes, the air will smell clean and fresh (even though it isn't) and we will find the old familiar path to trundle. We'll walk and run, chat and drink coffee. While the sun warms our backs and the tarmac pounds under our feet. Oh what a glorious thought. 

And the music? Well for me today that was going to be the hardest part. The running is easy peasy. It's the music. And I also know that some of you read this post weekly to get to this point. You skim over all the bumf about "come on you can do this", and you go straight to the coffee and the music. Yes, I see that blush. You know who you are.

Well, I love hearing what music the other members of my family listen to. I also enjoy it when occasionally our tastes intersect. Which isn't often. And although I definitely have the best taste in music in our family, I wouldn't call it that, well let's say refined.

So imagine my surprise when an unnamed family member's phone went off, early one morning, to the strains of my favourite pop song. Ever. I had the biggest smile on my face, and a spring in my step, and that damn fine song in my head. For days actually.

So today, you get to hear it. Right here. It's one of those where the lyrics don't matter all that much, in fact I doubt anyone ever got them right in the 80s. I've transcribed them below, so you can also have that "really, that's what they were singing?" moment. It's a pleasure.

The bonus is the dungarees and the really cool dance moves. Oh, and the violin.

Before we get to the lyrics, here's last week's post.

And some more Monday Motivations.

(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 grown, so grown

Now I must say more than ever

(Come On Eileen)

Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye

And we can sing just like our fathers

Come on Eileen

Oh, I swear what he means (what he means)

At this moment you mean everything

You in that dress

My thoughts I confess

Verge on dirty

Oh, come on Eileen

(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, never)

No, not us (no, never)

We are far too young and clever (remember)

Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye

And you'll hum this tune forever

Come on Eileen

Oh, I swear what he means

Aah, come on let's

Take off everything

That pretty red dress

Eileen (tell him yes)

Aah, come on let's

Aah, come on Eileen

That pretty red dress

Eileen (tell him yes)

Aah, come on let's

Aah, come on Eileen

Come on Eileen, too-loo-rye-aye

Come on Eileen, too-loo-rye-aye

Now you're full grown

Now you have shown

Oh, Eileen

Say, 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

I say, too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye-aye

Come on Eileen

Oh, I swear (what he means)

At this moment, you mean everything

You in that dress, my thoughts I confess

Verge on dirty

Aah, come on Eileen

Aah, come on Eileen

Oh, I swear (what he means)

At this moment, you mean everything

You in that dress, my thoughts I confess

Well, they're dirty

Come on Eileen

Come on Eileen...