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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a [bad word] queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a [bad word] queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a [bad word] queen?