Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans Oh, yeah Mr Sandman, he can recite today's lesson in his sleep He says there oughta be some kind of law against me going down the street And little Janie pipes up and she says She says we're gonna have a real cool time tonight Yeah, tonight All right Down the back of Janie's jeans she had the jawbone of an a** Mr Sandman, he runs around the corner Trying to head her off at the pa** He sticks his head over the fence and yells something way too fast It's today's lesson, yeah, something about the corruption of the working cla** Little Janie wakes up on the floor and she says We're gonna have a real cool time tonight Come on Janie says we're all such a crush of want half-mad with loss We are violated in our sleep and we weep and we toss and we turn and we burn We are hypnotised we are cross-eyed we are pimped we are b**hed We are told such monstrous lies Janie wakes up and she says We're gonna have a real cool time tonight Mr Sandman, he has a certain appetite for Janie in repose He digs her pretty knees and that she is completely naked underneath all her clothes He likes to congregate around the intersection of Janie's jeans, yeah Mr Sandman the inseminator he opens her up like a love letter and enters her dreams Little Janie wakes up and she says We're gonna have a real good time tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight We're gonna have a real good time Come on, come on, come on We're gonna have a real good time