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 shavin' 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 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 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.
  [Repeat and fade]