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Written by Jason Neubauer
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Wednesday, 21 March 2007 |
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 Not only did my intermittent humming of the chorus
lead to several strange looks from my mohawked friends growing up, the "toora
loora" part tasted doubly strange in my half-German, half-Austrian Jewish
mouth.
Although I spent most of my
youth steeped in punk rock, I've always had a soft spot for "Come On Eileen" by
Dexy's Midnight Runners. Not only did my intermittent humming of the chorus
lead to several strange looks from my mohawked friends growing up, the "toora
loora" part tasted doubly strange in my half-German, half-Austrian Jewish
mouth. I think I trace my predilection to the song back to a rerun of Saturday Night Live on which they were
the musical act. Frontman Kevin Rowland started spinning his right arm like a
windmill toward the end of the song and I was just mesmerized by how energetic
the music was. Of course, this was before I knew the band itself was named
after Dexedrine. Most of my friends would make up alternate lyrics to poke fun at
the song (i.e., "Come on Eileen, oh I swear you're unclean"), but if I was ever
alone in the car and it came on the radio, I'd just crank it and sing. I still
don't own a copy of it, but I'll be damned if it isn't the catchiest piece of
music I know. | Jason Neubauer
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guilty pleasures 
