Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring,
But six rings and I rise;
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
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My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?
You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend,
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But how much, baby, do we really need?
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?
