Little Janie she wakes up from a dream. A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans. Mr Sandman he can recite today's lesson in his sleep. He says there oughta be some kind of law against me going down on the street. And little Janie pipes up and she says. She says we're gonna have a real good 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 something about the corruption of the working class. Little Janie walks up on the floor and she says. We're gonna have a real good 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 good time tonight. Mr Sandman he has a certain appetite for Janie in respose. 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 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