Doreen Songtext / Lyric

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