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
The shavin' 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 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 [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?

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