[Intro]
C E F D7 G C E F D7 G
C
In the room with the sloping roof
E
In your director’s chair
F
You talk with your hands
D7 G
About what you will do next year.
C
But no-one gives a toss
E
And we all go to Europe
F
Watch Alwin Schockemöhle
D7 G
Where’er he competes.
F Bb F Bb
Doreen, Doreen
F Bb F Bb
Doreen, Doreen.
C E
The recreation ground by us
Don’t seem to have
F
Many facilities
D7 G
For the kids and the dogs.
C
I submitted a poem
E
To the council chambers
F
But they just looked surprised
D7 G
Like the front of an Anglia.
C E
There are no dark corners of cool relief
F D7 G
It’s a tragedy with few interludes.
F Bb F Bb
Doreen, Doreen
F Bb F Bb
Doreen, Doreen.
[Instrumental]
C E F D7 G (repeat x4)
C
The five-day breaks
E
And the long weekends
F
Give me plenty of time
D7 G
To see the everyday things.
C
I was faintly amused to see
E
Dutch veterans Alquin
F
Fooling around
D7 G
On pleasure craft at Chester.
C
Walking up Scafell
E
Swinging a chain
F
Along came a hosteller
D7 G
I asked him his name.
C
When he said he was Malcolm
E
Of Arimathea
F
My rejoinder was “Die,
D7 G
You off-beat cabaret type.”
F Bb F Bb
Doreen, Doreen
F Bb F Bb
Doreen, Doreen.
[Instrumental]
C E F D7 G (repeat x4)
F Bb F Bb
Doreen, Doreen
F Bb F Bb
Doreen, Doreen. (repeat to fade)