| Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream
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| A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans
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| Mr Sandman, he can recite today’s lesson in his sleep
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| He says there oughta be some kind of law against me going down on the street
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| And little Janie pipes up and she says
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| She says we’re gonna have a real good time tonight
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| Yeah, tonight
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| All right
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| Down the back of Janie’s jeans she had the jawbone of an ass
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| Mr Sandman, he runs around the corner
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| Trying to head her off at the pass
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| He sticks his head over the fence and yells something way too fast
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| It’s today’s lesson, something about the corruption of the working class
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| Little Janie walks up on the floor and she says
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| We’re gonna have a real good time tonight
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| Come on
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| Janie says we’re all such a crush of want half-mad with loss
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| We are violated in our sleep and we weep and we toss and we turn and we burn
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| We are hypnotised we are cross-eyed we are pimped we are bitched
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| We are told such monstrous lies
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| Janie wakes up and she says
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| We’re gonna have a real good time tonight
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| Mr Sandman, he has a certain appetite for Janie in respose
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| He digs her pretty knees and that she is completely naked underneath all her
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| clothes
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| He likes to congregate around the intersection of Janie’s jeans, yeah
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| Mr Sandman the inseminator opens her up like a love letter and enters her dreams
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| Little Janie wakes up and she says
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| We’re gonna have a real good time tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
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| We’re gonna have a real good time
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| We’re gonna have a real good time |