Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the blue bird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and we rise wipe the sleep out of our eyes
The shaving razor's cold and it stings.
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream beliver
And a homecoming queen.
I once thought of you as a white knight on a steed
Now, you know how happy we can be
Oh, when our good times started then
Not 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 beliver
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream beliver
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream beliver
And a homecoming queen...
