I could hide beneath the wings of the bluebird as she sleeps The six o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and we rise, wipe the sleep out of our eyes A shavin' razor's cold and it's sting Cheer up, sleepy jean, what can it mean To a daydream believer and a homecomin' queen? I once thought of you as a white knight on a steed
Now you know how happy we can be And our good times started then with a dollar one to spend But how much, baby, do we really need? Cheer up, sleepy jean, what can it mean To a daydream believer and a homecomin' queen? Cheer up, sleepy jean, what can it mean To a daydream believer and a homecomin' queen?