I love that song

Even though there are points in the song where I cannot understand any of the words, I have always loved the song Come on, Eileen. My love of this song has survived many assaults, including family dance parties in our kitchen and cars, and the most frightening assault of all, at the age of about 10, seeing Philippe Candeloro (Candelero, whatever) strip to it. It's a very bouncy and energetic song and I can't help dancing when it is on, much to the chagrin of anyone in a large radius who is forced to watch my dance or is in some way injured by the flailing.