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?