| G | C/G |
| 2x |
| G | Am | |
| Oh, I could | hide ’neath the | wings |
| Bm | C | |
| Of the | bluebird as she | sings |
| G | Em | Am | D7 | |
| The | six o’clock al | arm would never | ring |
| G | Am | |
| But it | rings and I | rise |
| Bm | C | |
| Wipe the | sleep out of my | eyes |
| G | Em | Am | D7 | G | |
| My | shaving r | azor’s c | old and it | stings |
| C | D | Bm |
| Cheer up, | sleepy | Jean |
| C | D | Em |
| Oh, what | can it | mean |
| C | G | C |
| To a | daydream be | liever |
| G | Em | Am | D7 | |
| And a | home | coming | 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 starts and ends |
| Without dollar one to spend |
| But how much, baby, do we really need? |