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

Wash 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 home coming queen

You once thought of me

As a white knight on a steed

Now you know how happy life can be

And our good times start and end

Without 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 home coming queen

Cheer up sleepy Jean

Oh what can it mean to a daydream believer

And a home coming queen

Cheer up sleepy Jean

Oh what can it mean to a daydream believer

And a home coming queen