Seven-a What number is this, Chip? Seven-a! Okay, know what I mean, don't get excited man It's 'cause I'm short, I know
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 his 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?
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-