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»
Now 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
This 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
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen