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