| Lyric | Lyrics | Number of Words |
| Poor Old... | |
| Sounded sad upon the radio... | |
| Our mothers cried and sang along... | |
| Now you're grown, so grown... | |
| Go Toora Loora... | |
| and we can sing... | |
| Come on | |
| I swear... | |
| At this moment... | |
| With you in that dress... | |
| verge on | |
| Ah come on | |
| | Lyric | Lyrics | Number of Words |
| These people round here... | |
| Sunk in smoke dried faces they're so... | |
| But not us... | |
| we are far too... | |
| Remember Toora Loora... | |
| Eileen I'll... | |
| Come on... | |
| I swear... | |
| Ah come on let's... | |
| That pretty... | |
| Eileen... | |
| Ah come on let's, ah come on... | |
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