| Lyrics: | Standing on the corner
suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest
me,
honey, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band
Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
those were different
times
They studied rules of verse
and those ladies they rolled their eyes
Sweet
Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Jack, he is a banker
Jane, she is a clerk
Both
of them save their money
when they come home from work
Sittin' by the fire
radio does
play, look classical music there, kids
";The March Of The Wooden Soldiers";
you can hear
Jack say
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Some people like to go out
dancing
and other people like us, we gotta work
And there's even some evil
mothers
they'll tell you that life is just made out of dirt
And women never really
faint
all the villains always blink their eyes
That children are the only ones who
blush
and life is just to die
Anyone who ever had a heart
and wouldn't turn around
and break it
Anyone who ever played a part
and wouldn't turn around and hate
it
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane,
oh honey, Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, oh, Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane |
