Daydream Believer

Oh, I could hide beneath the wings

of the bluebird as he 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 time starts and ends

with a 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?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean

to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?