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 arise
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 night on a steed
now you know how happy i can be...
and our good times start to end
without 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...
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