Oh I could hide 'neath the wings. Of the bluebird as she sings. The six o'clock alarm would never ring. But it rings and I rise. Wipe the sleep out of my eyes. My shavin' razor's 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 a 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. Cheer up Sleepy Jean. Oh what can it mean. To a daydream believer. And a homecoming queen