歌曲 | Doreen |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | This Leaden Pall |
In the room with the sloping roof | |
In your director’s chair | |
You talk with your hands | |
About what you will do next year | |
But no-one gives a toss | |
And we all go to Europe | |
Watch Alwin Schockemohle | |
Wheree’er he competes | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
The recreation ground by us | |
Don’t seem to have | |
Many facilities | |
For the kids and the dogs | |
I submitted a poem | |
To the council chambers | |
But they just looked surprised | |
Like the front of an Anglia | |
There are no dark corners of cool relief | |
It’s a tragedy with few interludes | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
The five-day breaks | |
And the long weekends | |
Give me plenty of time | |
To see the everyday things | |
I was faintly amused to see | |
Dutch veterans Alquin | |
Fooling around | |
On pleasure craft at Chester | |
Walking up Scafell | |
Swinging a chain | |
Along came a hosteller | |
I asked him his name | |
When he said he was Malcolm | |
Of Arimathea | |
My rejoinder was “Die, | |
You off-beat cabaret type.” | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
Doreen, Doreen |
In the room with the sloping roof | |
In your director' s chair | |
You talk with your hands | |
About what you will do next year | |
But noone gives a toss | |
And we all go to Europe | |
Watch Alwin Schockemohle | |
Wheree' er he competes | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
The recreation ground by us | |
Don' t seem to have | |
Many facilities | |
For the kids and the dogs | |
I submitted a poem | |
To the council chambers | |
But they just looked surprised | |
Like the front of an Anglia | |
There are no dark corners of cool relief | |
It' s a tragedy with few interludes | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
The fiveday breaks | |
And the long weekends | |
Give me plenty of time | |
To see the everyday things | |
I was faintly amused to see | |
Dutch veterans Alquin | |
Fooling around | |
On pleasure craft at Chester | |
Walking up Scafell | |
Swinging a chain | |
Along came a hosteller | |
I asked him his name | |
When he said he was Malcolm | |
Of Arimathea | |
My rejoinder was " Die, | |
You offbeat cabaret type." | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
Doreen, Doreen | |
Doreen, Doreen |