Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sings The six o' clock alarm woud never ring But six rings and I rise Whipe the sleep out of my eyes My shavin' razor's cold and it stings
Cheer up sleepy Gene Oh what can it mean? To a daydream believer Or a homecoming queen
You one thought of me as a white knight on his steed Now you know how happy I can be Oh and our goodtimes strart again Without dollar one to spend How much baby do we really need?
Cheer up sleepy Gene Oh what can it mean To a daydream believer And a home coming queen?