Oh I could hide 'neath the wingsnOf the blue bird as she singsnThe six-o'clock alarm would never ringnBut six rings and I risenWipe the sleep out of my eyesnThe shaving razor's cold and it stingsnnCheer up sleepy JeannOh what can it mean to a nDaydream believer and a nHomecoming queennnYou once thought of menAs a white knight on his steednNow you know how happy I can benOh, our good times start and endnWithout all I want to spendnBut how much baby do we really neednnCheer up sleepy JeannOh what can it mean to a nDaydream believer and a nHomecoming queen