Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest And me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band, ah Riding 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, whoa Sweet Jane, oh oh Sweet Jane Let me tell you something, Jack, he is a banker And Jane, she is a clerk And both of them save their monies Hah, and when, when they come home from work Oh, sitting down by the fire, oh The radio does play the classical music there, Jim The March of the Wooden Soldiers All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say Get ready Sweet Jane, come on, baby Sweet Jane, oh Sweet Jane Some people, they like to go out dancing And other peoples say have to work, just watch me now And there's even some evil mothers Well, they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt You know that women never really faint And that villains always blink their eyes, ooh And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush And that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart Oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part Oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, oh woah Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Heavenly wine and roses Seem to whisper to her when he smiles Heavenly wine and roses Seem to whisper to her, hey, when she smiles La, la, la, la-la-la La, la, la, la-la-la La, la, la, la-la-la La, la, la, la-la-la Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Sweet Jane, sweet Jane