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