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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 Wheree'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
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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
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