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