My Doreen

Well now look o' here yonder comes a' my Doreen
She's cooler than a big 'ole bowl o' ice cream
She's a Mardi Gras Madonna in a low cut dress
Mama was a waitress and her daddy was a mess
She's the cat's pajamas dressing through the night
She's mine mine mine mine
She's my Doreen

Man, Doreen she's my little kissing cousin
Fast asleep going ten to the dozen
She's a platinum blonde with red nail polish
That little girl never dreamed about college
Doreen's sharper than a fresh shoeshine
She's mine mine mine mine
She's my Doreen

Yeah she's my Doreen
My Doreen

Told Doreen I'd pick her up about eight
She said buddy better not be late
I was five minutes early she was long gone
She's about as subtle as a neutron bomb
She's the bee's knees ahead of her time
She's mine mine mine mine
She's my Doreen

My Doreen

Yeah she's mine mine mine mine
Yeah she's mine mine mine mine
She's my Doreen.