When i first met doreen
She was barely seventeen.
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.
The way she tossed 'em back
I would've had a heart attack.
But as it is i let her drive my car.
We galloped through the boroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds,
Until i said, "stop the car, doreen."
Well you can roll your eyes and nod
But i swear that i saw god,
In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call queens.
Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.
Well i'm pulling into cleveland
In a seven-seater tour van.
There's eight of us, so i'm sleeping on the floor.
The guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the old crow,
Which multiplies my sorrow, i can't take it anymore.
Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.
Now i'm begging and i'm pleading,
"well pull over guys, i'm bleeding.
There's a fina off the highway with a phone."
I'm calling you doreen,
But it rings and rings and rings.
Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home.
Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.