Doreen

(Hitchhike to Rhome lyrics.
 Minor variations found on Wreck Your Life.)
 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.