Oh, I could hide'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin razor's cold and it stings.
Cheer up sleepy Jean.
Oh, What can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
You once thought of me
As a White Knight on a steed,
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without a dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.
Cheer up, sleepy Jean.
Oh, What can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, sleepy Jean.
Oh, What can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, sleepy Jean.
Oh, What can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
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