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
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 good 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
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 cool time
Come on, come on, come on
We're gonna have a real cool time