Mr sandman said he used to be a bad man
I didn't believe his words to be true
He couldn't harm a fly
Not even up in the sky
Heaven didn't except him but hell held out an open hand
He then became a demon
And hell is no neverland
But he knew how to manage
Down down underground
Satan put him in his spot
Which happend to be the sandman slot
Send to live under a child's bed
Control your dreams, get inside your head
Smiling bright all day and night
And if his schedule is not too tight
And if he is not a fright
He just might come out tonight
And won't that be a real delight?
