If I could hide neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings The six oclock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise, I rub the sleep out of my eyes My shavin razors old and it stinks But 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 But now you know how funky I can be And our good times start and end without dollar one to spend But how much baby do we really need So 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 the whole lonesome picker And a homecoming queen Cheer up, sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean To the whole surfer drummer And a homecoming queen And cheer up, sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean To old Nashville Carter And his homecoming queen Cheer up, sleepy Jean Oh, what can it mean To a daydream deceiver And a old closet queen
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