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.