I was talking to someone about Tartuffe today, and we kept circling back to the character Dorine. And so, of course, I’ve been walking around with this song stuck in my head ever since. It’s got one of the all-time great opening verses (right up there with Thunder Road’s):
When I first met Doreen, she was barely seventeen. She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar. The way she tossed ‘em back I would’ve had a heart attack, But as it is I let her drive my car.
“When I first met Doreen she was barely seventeen. She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar. The way she tossed ‘em back I would’ve had a heart attack - but as it is I let her drive my car. We galloped through the boroughs like a pair of horny thoroughbreds, until I said, “Stop the car, Doreen.” Well you can roll your eyes and nod but I swear that I saw God in the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call Queens. Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream. You were laying in the arms of a man I’d never seen. Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.”—
- Old 97s “Doreen”
This song has been stuck in my head all week. I could do a good deal worse.