Oh, I could hide beneath the wings of the bluebird as she sings The six o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and we rise, wipe the sleep out of our eyes Your shaven razor's cold and it stings Cheer up, sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen? I once thought of you as a white knight on a steed Now you know how happy we can be Oh, and our good times started then with 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? Cheer up, sleepy Jean
