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  tears  of  yesterday  don't  make  out  things
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.
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.