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(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.