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...