Sweet Jane
Video here.
Standing on the corner,
suitcase in my hand,
Jack is in his corset
Jane is her vest, and, me,
I’m in a rock’n'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!
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!
