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 Huh
Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat Jim
Y'know those were different times
Oh all the poet
they studied rules of verse
And the ladies they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane Whoa Sweet Jane
oh oh a Sweet Jane
I'll tell you something
Jack he is a banker
And Jane she is a clerk
Both of them save their monies ha
And when when they come home from work
Ooh Sittin' down by the fire oh
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 Come on baby Sweet Jane
Oh oh a Sweet Jane
Some people they like to go out dancing
And other peoples they have to work
Just watch me now
And there's even some evil mothers
Well they're gonna tell you
that everything is just dirt
Y'know that women never really faint
And that villains
always blink their eyes woo
And that y'know children
are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die
And everyone who ever had a heart oh
That wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part whoa
And wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane
Whoa oh oh Sweet Jane Sweet
Jane Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane Sweet Jane