Doreen - Old 97's

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»

Now 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

This 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

Come clean, Doreen

Come clean, Doreen

Come clean, Doreen

Come clean, Doreen

Come clean, Doreen

Come clean, Doreen