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