Oh I could hide beneath the wings of the bluebird as he sings The six o'clock alarm would never ring But 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 a steed Now you know how happy I can be Oh, and our good time starts and ends With a 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?
Cheer up, sleepy jean, oh what can it mean To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
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