Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of The Bluebird as she sings
If the six-o'clock-alarm would never ring
Once it's rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
The shaving 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 his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good time starts and ends
Without 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