Standing on the corner   suitcase in my hand   Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest   me, honey, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band   Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim   you know those were different times   All, all the poets they studied rules of verse   and those ladies they rolled their eyes      Sweet Jane   Sweet Jane   Sweet Jane      Jack, he is a banker   and Jane, she is a clerk   and Both of them save their money   when they come home from work   Sittin' down by the fire   radio does play, look classical music there, kids   "The March Of The Wooden Soldiers"   you can hear Jack say      Sweet Jane   Sweet Jane   Sweet Jane      Some people like to go out dancing   and other people like us, we gotta work   And there's even some evil mothers   they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt   And you know that women never really faint   and that villains always blink their eyes   That children are the only ones who blush   and that life is just to die      Anyone who ever had a heart   and wouldn't turn around and break it   Anyone who ever played a part   and wouldn't turn around and hate it      Sweet Jane   Sweet Jane   Sweet Jane      Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane   Sweet Jane, oh honey, Sweet Jane   Sweet Jane, oh, Sweet Jane   Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane