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Standing on the corner,

Suitcase in my hand

Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest,

And me I'm in a rock'n'roll band!

Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim

You know, those were different times!

Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse

And those ladies, they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!

I'll tell you something

Jack, he is a banker

And Jane, she is a clerk

Both of them save their monies,

And when, when they come home from work

Oh, Sittin' down by the fire,

The radio does play

The classical music there, Jim

"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"

All you protest kids

You can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!

Some people, they like to go out dancing

And other peoples, they have to work,

And there's even some evil mothers

Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt

Y'know that, women, never really faint

And that villains always blink their eyes

And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush!

And that life is just to die!

And everyone who ever had a heart

They wouldn't turn around and break it

And anyone who ever played a part

Oh wouldn't turn around and hate it!

Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!