Little Janie, she wakes up from a dreamnA gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeansnMr Sandman can recite today's lesson in his sleepnHe saysnThere oughta be a law against me going down on the streetnnLittle Janie pipes up and she saysnWe're gonna have a real cool time tonightnnDown the back of Janie's jeans she had the jawbone of an assnMr Sandman runs around the cornernTrying to head her off at the passnHe sticks his head over the fence and yellsnSomething way to fastnIt's today lessonnSomething about the corruption of the working classnnLittle Janie wakes up on the floor and she saysnWe're gonna have a real cool time tonightnnJanie says we are all such a crush of want nHalf-mad with lossnWe are violated in our sleep and we weep nAnd we tossnAnd we turnnAnd we burnnWe are hypnotisednWe are cross-eyednWe are pimpednWe are bitchednWe are told such monstrous liesnnLittle Janie wakes up on the floor and she saysnWe're gonna have a real cool time tonightnnMr Sandmans has a certain appetite for Janie in reposenHe digs her pretty kness and that she is completely naked underneath all her clothesnHe likes to congregae around the intersection of Janie's jeansnMr Sandman the inseminator, he opens her up like a love-letter and enters her dreamsnnLittle Janie wakes up on the floor and she saysnWe're gonna have a real good time tonightnWe're gonna have a real good time tonightnC'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'monnWe're gonna have a real cool time tonight