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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]
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