1. 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 rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes, my shavin' razor's cold and it stings.

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh, what can it mean to a

daydream believer, and a home...coming que...en.

2. You once thought of me as a white knight on a steed,

now you know how happy I can be.

Oh, and our good times start and end without dollar one to spend,

but how much, baby, do we really need.

CHORUS CHORUS .........