Oh, I could hide neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sings. The six oclock alarm would never ring. But it rings and I rise, Wipe the sleep out of my eyes. My shavin razors 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. 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. [Instrumental interlude] Cheer up, Sleepy Jean. Oh, what can it mean. To a daydream believer And a homecoming queen. [Repeat and fade]