Sweet Jane
Underground 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''roll band. Huh! Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat
Jim Y'know, those were
Different times! Oh, all the poet, they studied rules of verse
And the ladies
They rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane! Whoa! Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane
I'll tell you something, Jack, he is a banker, And Jane, she is a clerk. Both
Of them save their monies, ha, And when, when they come home from work! Ooh
Sittin' down by the fire, oh! The radio does play, The classical music there
Jim. "The March of the Wooden Soldiers". All you protest kids. You can hear
Jack say, get ready, ah
Sweet Jane! Come on baby! Sweet Jane! Oh-oh-a! Sweet
Jane
Some people, they like to go out dancing, And other peoples, they have to
Work. Just watch me now! And there's even some evil mothers, Well they're
Gonna tell you that everything is just dirt. Y'know that, women, never really
Faint, And that villains always blink their eyes, woo! And that, y'know
Children are the only ones who blush! And that, life is, just to die
And Everyone who ever had a heart, oh, That wouldn't turn around and break it. And
Anyone who ever played a part, whoa, And wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane! Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane