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 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 his 
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?