Doreen

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 the wreckage we call Queens Chorus Doreen, Doreen Last night I had an awful dream You were lying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean Doreen Come clean Doreen We were rolling into Cleveland in a seven seater tour van There's 8 of us and I'm sleeping on the floor And the guy who plays the banjo keeps on pa*sing me the Old Crow It multiplies my sorrow I can't take it anymore Chorus 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 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? Chorus X2