Oh, I could hid e 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The s ix o'clock ala rm would never ri ng,
B ut six rings and I rise;
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
C＃ B♭m E♭m7 G＃ C＃ C＃ G＃onC C＃ E♭m C＃ G＃onC B♭m
My s havin' razo r's cold a nd it st ings.
Ch eer up, S leepy Jean.
Oh , what c an it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homec oming quee n?
Yo u once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed.
Now y ou know how ha ppy I can be.
O h, and our g ood times start and end
Without dollar one to spend,
C＃ B♭m E♭m7 G＃ C＃ C＃ G＃onC C＃ E♭m C＃ G＃onC B♭m
But h ow much, bab y, do we rea lly n eed?
Ch eer up, S leepy Jean.
Oh , what c an it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homec oming quee n?
Ch eer up, S leepy Jean.
Oh , what c an it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homec oming quee n?
Ch eer up, S leepy Jean.
Oh , what c an it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homeco ming quee n?
Ch eer up, S leepy Jean.
Oh , what c an it mean
To a daydream believer
And a home coming quee n?
