When I first met 
DoreenShe 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 
QueensDoreen, 
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, 
DoreenWell, 
I'm pulling into 
ClevelandIn 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, 
DoreenNow 
I'm begging and 
I'm pleading"Well pull over guys, I'm bleedingThere's a fina off the highway with a phone"
I'm calling you, 
DoreenBut 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