Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the blueb ird as she sings.
The six o'clock ala rm would never ri ng,
B ut six rings and I rise;
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
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My shavin' razo r's cold a nd it stings.
Cheer up, S leepy Je an.
Oh, what c an it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homec oming quee n?
You once thought of me
As a whit e knight on his steed.
Now you know how ha ppy I can be.
O h, and our good times start and end
Without dolla r one to spend,
B G＃m C＃m7 F＃ B B F＃onB♭ B C＃m B F＃onB♭ G＃m
But how much, bab y, do we rea lly need?
Cheer up, S leepy Je an.
Oh, what c an it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homec oming quee n?
Cheer up, S leepy Je an.
Oh, what c an it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homec oming quee n?
Cheer up, S leepy Je an.
Oh, what c an it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homeco ming quee n?
Cheer up, S leepy Je an.
Oh, what c an it mean
To a daydream believer
And a home coming quee n?
