text: Standin on a corner
  Suitcase in my hand
  Jacks in his corset, says to Jane, whos in her vest
  Me, babe, Im in a rock n roll band
  Friday nights a picture show
  Those were different times
  And the poets studied rules of verse
  And all the ladies rolled their eyes
  Sweet Jane
  Sweet Jane
  Sweet Jane
  Now, Jack, he is a banker
  And Jane, she is a clerk
  And the both of them are saving up their money
  Then they come home from work
  Sittin by the fire
  Radio just played a little classical music for you kids
  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
  And other people, they gotta work
  And theres always some evil mothers
  Theyll tell you life is full of dirtAnd the women never really faint
  And the villans always blink their eyes
  And the children are the only ones who blush
  Cause life is just to die
  But, anyone who has a heart
  Wouldnt want to turn around and break it
  And anyone who ever played the part
  He wouldnt want to turn around and fake it
  Sweet Jane