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.
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.