Oh, I could hide neat 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 slings. 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, now you know how happy I can be. Oh, and a good time start and end without dollar one to spend, but how much baby do we really need? Oh, 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? Oh, 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?