Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the blueb ird as she sings.
The six o'clock ala rm would never ring,
But six rings and I rise;
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
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My shavin' razo r's cold and it stings.
Cheer up, Sleepy Je an.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homec oming queen?
You once thought of me
As a whit e knight on his steed.
Now you know how ha ppy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dolla r one to spend,
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But how much, bab y, do we really need?
Cheer up, Sleepy Je an.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homec oming queen?
Cheer up, Sleepy Je an.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homec oming queen?
Cheer up, Sleepy Je an.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homeco ming queen?
Cheer up, Sleepy Je an.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a home coming queen?
