Doreen

<br>(Hitchhike to Rhome lyrics.<br>Minor variations found on Wreck Your Life.) <br>When I first met Doreen <br>She was barely seventeen.<br>She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.<br><br>The way she tossed `em back<br>I would`ve had a heart attack.<br>But as it is I let her drive my car.<br><br>We galloped through the boroughs <br>Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds,<br>Until I said, &quot;Stop the car, Doreen.&quot;<br><br>Well you can roll your eyes and nod<br>But I swear that I saw God,<br>In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call Queens.<br><br>Doreen, Doreen, Last night I had an awful dream.<br>You were laying in the arms of a man I`d never seen.<br>Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.<br><br>Well I`m pulling into Cleveland <br>In a seven-seater tour van.<br>There`s eight of us, so I`m sleeping on the floor.<br><br>The guy that plays the banjo <br>Keeps on handing me the Old Crow,<br>Which multiplies my sorrow, I can`t take it anymore.<br><br>Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream.<br>You were laying in the arms of a man I`d never seen.<br>Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.<br><br>Now I`m begging and I`m pleading, <br>&quot;Well pull over guys, I`m bleeding.<br>There`s a Fina off the highway with a phone.&quot;<br><br>I`m calling you Doreen, <br>But it rings and rings and rings.<br>Where is it that you are, if you aren`t in our bed at home.<br><br>Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream.<br>You were laying in the arms of a man I`d never seen.<br>Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.