|
Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream |
|
A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans, oh yeah |
|
Mr. Sandman he could recite today's lesson in his sleep |
|
He says, there oughta be some kinda law against me |
|
From going down on the street, yeah |
|
Little Janie pipes up and she says, she says |
|
We're gonna have a real cool time tonight |
|
Ooh, yeah tonight, alright |
|
Down the back of |
|
Janie's jeans |
|
She had the jawbone of an ass, oh |
|
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 |
|
Says a, it's todays lesson |
|
There some about the corruption of the working class, yeah |
|
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 |
|
Well, we are hypnotized, we are cross-eyed |
|
We are pimped, we are bitched, we're sold such monstrous lies |
|
Janie wakes up and she says, she says |
|
We're gonna have a real cool time tonight |
|
Mr. Sandman has a certain appetite for |
|
Janie in repose |
|
He digs her pretty knees and then 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 and she says, she says |
|
We're gonna have a real good time tonight |
|
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight |
|
We're gonna have a real good cool time |
|
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, yeah |
|
We're gonna have a real cool time |
