Oh, I could hide neath the wings <br />Of the bluebird as she sings. <br />The six oclock alarm would never ring. <br />Whoops its ringing and I rise, <br />Wipe the sleep out of my eyes. <br />My shavin razors cold and it stings. <br /> <br />Cheer up, sleepy jean. <br />Oh, what can it mean. <br />To a daydream believer <br />And a homecoming queen. <br /> <br />You once thought of me <br />As a white knight on a steed. <br />Now you know how happy I can be. <br />Oh, and our good times starts and end <br />Without dollar one to spend. <br />But how much, baby, do we really need. <br /> <br />Cheer up, sleepy jean. <br />Oh, what can it mean. <br />To a daydream believer <br />And a homecoming queen. <br />Cheer up, sleepy jean. <br />Oh, what can it mean. <br />To a daydream believer <br />And a homecoming queen. <br /> <br />Cheer up, sleepy jean. <br />Oh, what can it mean. <br />To a daydream believer <br />And a homecoming queen.
