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