Oh I could hide 'neath the wings Of the blue bird as she sings The six-o'clock alarm would never ring Once it rings and I rise Wipe 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 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 time starts and end With a dollar one to spend But how much baby do we really need
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