Doreen

When I first met Doreen

She was barely seventeen

She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar

And the way she tossed 'em back

I would've had a heart attack

Oh 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

And the guy who 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

"Please pull over guys, I'm bleeding

There's a Fina off the highway with a phone"

And I'm calling you, Doreen

But the phone, it 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

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

I'm coming clean, Doreen

I'm coming clean, Doreen

Yeah yeah yeah yeah