Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as it sings
The six-o-clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise
Wash the sleep out of my eyes
My shaving razor's cold and it stings
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean to a
Daydream be liever and a ho-ome coming quee -ee-een
You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed
Now you know how happy
I can be
And our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean to a
Daydream be-liever and a ho-ome coming quee--een
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean to a
Daydream be-liever and a ho-ome coming quee -ee-ee-een
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean to a
Daydream be-liever and a home-coming quee -ee-ee-een
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean to a
Daydream be-liever and a home-coming queen