Writer(s): John Stewart

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

Me shav in' ra zor's cold and it stings

Cheer up slee py Jean

Oh what can it mean to a day dream be liev er and a home com ing queen

You once thought of me as a white knight

On his steed now you know how hap py I can be

Oh and our good times start and end with out dollar one to spend

But how much ba by do we real ly need

Cheer up sleep y Jean

Oh what can it mean to a day dream be liev er and a home com ing queen

Cheer up slee py Jean

Oh what can it mean to a day dream be liev er and a home comi ng queen

Cheer up sleep y Jean

Oh what can it mean to a day dream be liev er and a home com ing queen

Cheer up sleep y

Jean Oh what can it mean to a day dream be liev er and a home com ing queen

Cheer up sleep y Jean

Oh what can it mean to a day dream be liev er and a home com ing queen