Standin' on a corner,
Suitcase in my hand.
Jack's in his corset, Jane she's in her vest,
And me, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Riding that Stutz Bearcat Jim,
You know, those were different times.
All the poets studied rules of verse,
And the ladies, they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Now, Jack, he is a banker,
And Jane, she is a clerk.
And the both of them save their money...
And when they come home from work.
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played that classical music for all you protest kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Some people like to go out dancing
And other people, (like me) they gotta work
And there's even some evil mothers
They'll tell you life is just made out of dirt.
That women never really faint,
That villans always blink their eyes.
And that children are the only ones who blush.
And that life is just to die.
But, anyone who has a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
He wouldn't turn around and hate it