Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o' clock alarm woud never ring
But six rings and I rise
Whipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings
Cheer up sleepy Gene
Oh what can it mean?
To a daydream believer
Or a homecoming queen
You one thought of me as a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh and our goodtimes strart again
Without dollar one to spend
How much baby do we really need?
Cheer up sleepy Gene
Oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a home coming queen?
