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 stead.
Now you know how happy
I can be.
Woah, and our good times
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?