Sweet Jane

Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, and Jane's in her vest And me I'm in a rock'n'roll band Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, 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! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Jacky, he is a banker And Jane, she is a clerk Both of them save their monies And when they come home from work Sittin' down by the fire And the radio plays classical music "The March of the Wooden Soldiers" And you can hear Jack say, get ready, get ready Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Jane, sweet Jane My sweet Jane Jane, sweet Jane My sweet Jane