Tom: Am
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C
In the room with the sloping roof
E
In your director’s chair
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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
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Watch Alwin Schockemöhle
D7 G
Where’er he competes.
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Doreen, Doreen
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Doreen, Doreen.
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The recreation ground by us
Don’t seem to have
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Many facilities
D7 G
For the kids and the dogs.
C
I submitted a poem
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To the council chambers
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But they just looked surprised
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Like the front of an Anglia.
C E
There are no dark corners of cool relief
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It’s a tragedy with few interludes.
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Doreen, Doreen
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Doreen, Doreen.
[Instrumental]
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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
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Dutch veterans Alquin
F
Fooling around
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On pleasure craft at Chester.
C
Walking up Scafell
E
Swinging a chain
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Along came a hosteller
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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.”
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Doreen, Doreen
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Doreen, Doreen.
[Instrumental]
C E F D7 G (repeat x4)
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Doreen, Doreen
F Bb F Bb
Doreen, Doreen. (repeat to fade)
