Standin' on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset Jane is in her vest And me, I'm in a rock and roll band Riding us, starts bigger, Jim You know thoses were different times All the poets, they studied rules of verse And those ladies, they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane I tell you something, Jack is a banker And Jane, She is a clerk Both of them save their monies When they come home from work Sittin' down by the fire The radio does play the classical music there, Jim "March of the Wooden Soldiers", all your protests kid? And you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane Some people, they like to go out dancing And other people, they have to work, just watch me now There's even some evil mothers They gonna tell you that Everything is just dirt The woman never really faint That villains always blink their eyes That children aren't the only ones who blush And that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart They wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who played a part They wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane Sweet Jane ...
Standin' on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset Jane is in her vest And me, I'm in a rock and roll band Riding us, starts bigger, Jim You know thoses were different times All the poets, they studied rules of verse And those ladies, they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane I tell you something, Jack is a banker And Jane, She is a clerk Both of them save their monies When they come home from work Sittin' down by the fire The radio does play the classical music there, Jim "March of the Wooden Soldiers", all your protests kid? And you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane Some people, they like to go out dancing And other people, they have to work, just watch me now There's even some evil mothers They gonna tell you that Everything is just dirt The woman never really faint That villains always blink their eyes That children aren't the only ones who blush And that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart They wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who played a part They wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane Sweet Jane ...
