Well when I first met Doreen, she was barely 17.
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar,
And the way she tossed them back I nearly had a heart attack
'Cause as it is I let her drive my car.
We were galloping through the burroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds until I said "Stop the car, Doreen."
And you can roll your eyes and nod, but I swear that I saw God
in the moonlight on a side street in this wreckage we call Queens.
Doreen, Doreen.
Last night I had an awful dream.
You were layin' in the arms of a man I'd never seen.
Come clean,
Doreen.
Come clean,
Doreen.
Well we're rolling into Cleveland in a seven-seater tour van.
There's 8 of us; I'm sleeping on the floor,
And the guy who plays the banjo keeps on pa**ing me the Old Crow;
It multiplies my sorrow. I can't take it anymore!
Doreen, Doreen.
Last night I had an awful dream.
You were layin' in the arms of a man I'd never seen.
Come clean,
Doreen.
Come clean,
Doreen.
Well I'm begging and I'm pleading,
Please pull over, guys, I'm bleeding.
There's a station off the highway with a phone,
And I'm calling you, Doreen, and it rings and rings and rings...
Where is it that you are if you're not in our bed at home?
Doreen, Doreen.
Last night I had an awful dream.
You were layin' 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 layin' in the arms of a man I'd never seen.
Come clean,
Doreen.
Come clean,
Doreen...