DaydreamBeliever

ken yokoyama風

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. 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.