Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream   A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans   Mr Sandman can recite today's lesson in his sleep   He says   There oughta be a law against me going down on the street      Little Janie pipes up and she says   We're gonna have a real cool time tonight      Down the back of Janie's jeans she had the jawbone of an ass   Mr Sandman runs around the corner   Trying to head her off at the pass   He sticks his head over the fence and yells   Something way to fast   It's today lesson   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 are 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      Little Janie wakes up on the floor and she says   We're gonna have a real cool time tonight      Mr Sandmans has a certain appetite for Janie in repose   He digs her pretty kness and that she is completely naked underneath all her clothes   He likes to congregae 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 on the floor and she says   We're gonna have a real good time tonight   We're gonna have a real good time tonight   C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon   We're gonna have a real cool time tonight