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, huh
Ridin' in 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, oh
Sweet Jane, oh-oh
Sweet Jane
I'll tell you something that Jack, he is a banker
and Jane, she is a clerk
And both of them save their monies
ha, and when, when they come home from work
Ooohhh-wah, sittin' down by the fire, oh-wah
the radio does play the classical music there, Jim
"The March Of The Wooden Soldiers", all you protest kids
you can hear Jack say, get ready, ah
Sweet Jane, ah, come on baby
Sweet Jane, oh, oh, oh-ah
Sweet Jane
Some people they like to go out dancing
and other people they have to work, just watch me now
And there's even some evil mothers, haha
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, ooohhh
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 ever played a part
oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane, oh, wow-woh
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
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