Jane is a Groupee

Jane is a groupee, ah
 Jane makes whoopee, ah
 She's got a thing for guys in the band
 Every musician's biggest fan
 Jane is a groupee, ah
 Jane makes whoopee, ah
 She's got a thing for guys in the band
 Every musician's biggest fan
 She claps her hands without a doubt
 Has no idea what the song's about
 She's too busy tryin' to figure out the shorter route
 To take the drummer home
 "Say, hey Larry, what's your space?
 Said you'd teach me how to play the bass
 Since I got a little time to waste
 We might as well get it on"
 Front row tickets for the very next show
 Organ dreams, many friends to know
 She's the only reason the horns will blow
 Playin' her favorite song
 Jane (Jane, Jane)
 Shame (shame, shame)
 Jane (Jane, Jane)
 Shame (shame, shame)
 Jane is a groupee, ah
 Jane makes whoopee, ah
 She's got a thing for guys in the band
 Every musician's biggest fan
 Jane is a groupee, ah
 Jane makes whoopee, ah
 She's got a thing for guys in the band
 Every musician's biggest fan
 "Say hey Freddie, I like you
 When you play the blues, you make me blue
 I'd like to go around with you too"
 Ever see a Jane in action?
 Different levels of satisfaction
 Cause her to lose a fraction of her womanhood
 Hey Sly, you can score with me
 You can write your songs upon my knee
 And when you get through, you can be with me
 Jane (Jane, Jane)
 Shame (shame, shame)
 Jane (Jane, Jane)
 Shame (shame, shame)
 Jane
 Shame
 Jane
 Shame