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 shaving razor is cold and it stings.
Cheer up, sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
to a day dream 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
with a dollar not to spend,
but how much baby do we really need?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
to a day dream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
to a day dream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
to a day dream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
to a day dream believer and a homecoming queen?

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