Half Man Half Biscuit - Doreen Lyrics
In the room with the sloping roofIn your director’s chairYou talk with your handsAbout what you will do next yearBut no-one gives a tossAnd we all go to EuropeWatch Alwin SchockemohleWheree’er he competesDoreen, DoreenDoreen, DoreenThe recreation ground by usDon’t seem to haveMany facilitiesFor the kids and the dogsI submitted a poemTo the council chambersBut they just looked surprisedLike the front of an AngliaThere are no dark corners of cool reliefIt’s a tragedy with few interludesDoreen, DoreenDoreen, DoreenThe five-day breaksAnd the long weekendsGive me plenty of timeTo see the everyday thingsI was faintly amused to seeDutch veterans AlquinFooling aroundOn pleasure craft at ChesterWalking up ScafellSwinging a chainAlong came a hostellerI asked him his nameWhen he said he was MalcolmOf ArimatheaMy rejoinder was “Die,You off-beat cabaret type.â€Doreen, DoreenDoreen, DoreenDoreen, DoreenDoreen, Doreen