Standin' on a corner

Suitcase in my hand

Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest

and me I'm in a rock 'n' roll band. Huh.

Riding a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim

ya know, those were different times

all the poets studied rules of verse

and those ladies they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Now Jack, he is a banker

and Jane, she's a clerk

and both of them save their monies

when they get home from work

sittin downby the fire

Ooo, the radio does play

the classical music there, Jim

The March of the Wooden Soldiers

All you protest kids

you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Some people they like to go out dancin

and other people they have to work. Just watch me now

and there's even some evil mothers

Well there gonna tell you that everthing is just dirt

you know that women never really faint

and that villians always blink their eyes

that children are the only ones who blush

and that life is just to die

But anyone who ever had a heart

they wouldn't turn around and break it

and anyone who ever played a part

They wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane, Sweet Sweet Jane