Diane, Diane
music and lyrics by Joe Croker

Diane, Diane
I’m a married man
And a married man can’t give you
Everything you want
It’s smoky in this bar
And old man Wellers, he hates a liar
So let’s drink up to the clear truth just this once
(And here it is)

Diane, Diane
Just to see you stand
It’s enough to make a man crawl like a dog
Round and round the floor
And what’s worse, you’re polite
And you seem to know wrong from right
And on top of that you’re wilder than sin

So I pay the imagination’s wage
It’s the only debt I got that my conscience
Makes sure’s paid
Though your lips and your hips
Apparently know no limits
I can’t afford to find that out Diane

And I know that you’re a nice girl
And that’s what makes it twice as hard
God forgive us fellas for this vice, girl
We see you wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
Turn and jiggle in our minds

Diane, Diane
Now I’m feeling bad
It’s time for me to drink up
And then I’ll get on down the line
Two roads converged
(I bet you thought they would)
I’ll take the one I know I should
So good-night, sleep tight
Sweet Diane

And I pay the imagination’s wage
It’s the only debt I got that my conscience
Makes sure’s paid
Though your lips, hips, and all your fingertips
Apparently know no limits
I can’t afford to find that out Diane

Though your lips, hips, and all your fingertips
Apparently know no limits
I can’t afford to find that out Diane