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
esson 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 ass
Mr Sandman, he runs around the corner
Trying to head her off at the pass
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 class
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 bitched
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