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

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