Lyrics:

7A.
What number is this, Chip?
7A!
Okay. I mean, don't get excited, man. It's 'cause I'm short, I know.

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shavin' 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 end 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

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
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

Cheer up, sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a...