Sweet Jane

Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand

Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest

And me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band

Ridin'a stutz bearcat, Jim

You know, those were different times

Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse

And those ladies, they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane

Jack, he is a banker

And Jane, she is a clerk

And both of them save their monies

when they come home from work

Ooh, they be sittin' down by the fire

Oh, the radio does play

The classical music, said Jim, the 'march of the wooden soldiers'

All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say, get ready

Sweet Jane, come on, baby

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane

Some people, they like to go out dancing

Other peoples, they have to work

Just watch me now

And there's some evil mothers

Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt

You know, that women never really faint

And that villains always blink their eyes

And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush

And that life is just to die

But anyone who ever had a heart

Oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it

And anyone who's ever played a part

Oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane ...