||Sweet Jane lyrics
Standing on the corner, suitcase in my
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is in her vest, and, me
I'm in a rock'n'roll band.
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat
Y'know, those were different times
Oh, all the poet, they studied rules of verse
And the ladies, they rolled their eyes
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
Sittin' down by the fire
The radio does play
The classical music there
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
All you protest kids
You can hear Jack say
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