Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset Jane is in her vest and me I'm in a rock 'n' roll band, huh Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim you know those were different times Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse and those ladies they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, oh Sweet Jane, oh oh Sweet Jane I'll tell you something that Jack he is a banker and Jane, she is a clerk And both of them save their monies ha, and when when they come home from work Ooohhh wah, sittin' down by the fire, oh wah the radio does play the classical music there, Jim The March Of The Wooden Soldier all you protest kids you can hear Jack say get ready, ah Sweet Jane ah, come on baby Sweet Jane oh, oh, oh ah Sweet Jane Some people they like to go out dancing and other people they have to work just watch me now And there's even some evil mothers, haha well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt You know that women never really faint and that villains always blink their eyes, ooohhh And that, you know children are the only one who blush and that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, oh, wow woh Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane