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)