(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.




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