Oh, i could hide beneath the wings
of the bluebird as he sings.
the six o'clock alarm would never ring.
but it rings and i rise,
wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
my 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 a steed.
now you know how happy i can be.
oh, and our good time starts and ends
with a 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?