Standard (EADGBE)
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 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 his steed
Now you know how happy
I can be
Oh and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need