Daydream Believer: Monkees

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.

Me 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 times starts and ends

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.