Half Man Half Biscuit Doreen
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 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
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
