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