Sweet Jane

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 and roll band
 Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim
 Those were different times
 And the poets studied rules of verse
 And all the ladies rolled there eyes
 Sweet Jane
 Sweet Jane
 Sweet Jane
 Now Jack he is a banker
 And Jane she is a clerk
 And they're both saving up all their money
 And when they come home from work
 Sitting by the fire
 Radios a-play
 A little classical music for you kids
 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 dancing
 Other people they got to work
 And there's always some evil mothers
 I tell you life is just full of dirt
 And the women never really faint
 And the villains always blink their eyes
 And children are the only ones that blush
 And that life is just to die
 But anyone who had a heart
 He wouldn't want to turn around and break it
 And anyone who ever played a part
 He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it
 Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane
 Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane
 Oh my sweet Jane