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 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?