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.