Doreen

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

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