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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