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?
