Sweet Jane

Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is in her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band
Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat
Jim, those were different times
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
Both of them save their monies
And when, when they come home from work
Sittin' down by the fire
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
'The march of the Wooden Soldiers'
You can hear Jack, you see

Sweet Jane! sweet Jane! sweet Jane!

Some people, they like to go out dancing
And other peoples, they have to work
And there's even some evil mothers
Well, they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
And women never really faint
All that villains always blink their eyes
And children are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die
And everyone who ever hearts
They wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
Oh, wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane! sweet Jane! sweet Jane!