Вступление
[Intro]
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 Schockemöhle
Where’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.
[Instrumental]
C E F D7 G (repeat x4)
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.
[Instrumental]
C E F D7 G (repeat x4)
Doreen, Doreen
Doreen, Doreen. (repeat to fade)