(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