Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. And a cold beer. And a hot lady. And videogames. And security, and some Pringles. And shirts that never get stained. And puns. And Frisbees. And barbecues. And a house, with a waterfall. And a pool. And a country. And a crown. And a harem. And unlimited power. And immortality and mind control, and big muscles.
Mr. Sandman, bring me shit, you jerk.