(lou reed)      Standing on the corner   Suitcase in my hand   Jack is in his corset and jane is in her vest   And me I'm in a rock and roll band   Riding in a stutz bearcat jim   Those were different times   And the poets studied rules of verse   And all the ladies rolled there eyes   Sweet jane   Sweet jane   Sweet jane      Now jack he is a banker   And jane she is a clerk   And they're both saving up all their money   And when they come home from work   Sitting by the fire   Radios a-play   A little classical music for you kids   To the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear jack say   Sweet jane   Sweet jane   Sweet jane      Some people like to go out dancing   Other people they got to work   And there's always some evil mothers   I tell you life is just full of dirt   And the women never really faint   And the villains always blink their eyes   And children are the only ones that blush   And that life is just to die   But anyone who had a heart   He wouldn't want to turn around and break it   And anyone who ever played a part   He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it   Sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane   Sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane   Oh my sweet jane