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 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