Oh! I could hid nearth the wings. Of the blue brird 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 shaving razor's cold and it stingd.

Cheer up sleepy Jean. Oh! what ( does) can i mean. To a daydream believer. And a home coming queen. You once thought of me. as a white knight on a steed. But now you know how happy life can be. So our good times start and end. Without dollar one to spend. But how much, baby, do we really need ?