Sweet Jane

Standin' on a corner

Suitcase in my hand

Jack is in his car sittin', Jane is in her vest

Me, I'm in a rock and roll band

Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim

Those were different times

And the poets studied rows of verse

And all the ladies rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Now, Jack, he is a banker

And Jane, she is a clerk

They're both savin' up all their money

And when they come home from work

Sittin' by the fire, the radio just played

A little classical music for you

Dance to the March of the Wooden Soldiers

And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Some people like to go out dancin'

Other people, they gotta work

And there's always some evil mothers

That tell you life is just full of dirt

And the women never really faint

And their feelin's always blink their eyes

And children are the only ones who blush

And a life is just to die

But anyone that had a heart

He wouldn't wanna tag around and break it

Anyone ever played a part?

He wouldn't wanna tag around and hate it

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

My sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Oh, my sweet Jane