Lyrics
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 six 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 time starts 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
