Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream
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 [bad word] 
Mr Sandman, [bad word] 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 [bad word] of the working class

Little Janie walks up on the floor and she says
We're gonna have a real good time tonight
 [bad word] on

Janie says we're all such a [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] on
We're gonna have a real good time