Sweet Jane
Standing on the corner,suitcase in my handJack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest,And me I'm in a rock'n'roll band Hah!Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, JimYou know, those were different times!Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verseAnd those ladies, they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane! Whoa! Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!
I'll tell you somethingJack, he is a bankerAnd Jane, she is a clerkBoth of them save their monies, haAnd when, when they come home from workOh, Sittin' down by the fire, oh!The radio does playThe classical music there, Jim"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"All you protest kidsYou 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 dancingAnd other peoples, they have to work, Just watch me now!And there's even some evil mothersWell they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirtY'know that, women, never really faintAnd 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 heartThey wouldn't turn around and break itAnd anyone who ever played a partOh wouldn't turn around and hate it!
Sweet Jane! Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!
Heavenly wine and rosesSeems to whisper to her when he smilesHeavenly wine and rosesSeems to whisper to her when she smilesLa lala lala la, la lala lala laSweet JaneSweet JaneSweet Jane