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