Daydream Believer sing and play along

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings;

the six o'clock a larm would never ring.

But it rings and I rise,

wipe the sleep out of my eyes.

My six o'clock a larm would never ring.

But it shaving 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 a steed.

Now you know how happy I can be.

Oh, and our good times thought of end with out dollar one to spend.

But you know how happy I can be.

Oh, and our how much, baby,

do we really need?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean.

Oh, what can it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen.