Lyrics:

Seven-A
What number is this, Chip?
Seven-A!
Okay, know what I mean, like, don't get excited, men
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 six 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 day...