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.