Standin' on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest
Me, honey, I'm in a rock n' roll band
Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
Those were different times
They studied rows of verse
And all the ladies rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane

Jack, he is a banker
Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are saving up their money
Then they come home from work
Sittin' by the fire
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane

Some people like to go out dancing
And other people, (like us) they gotta work
And there's always some evil mothers
They'll tell you that life is just made out of dirt
And the women never really faint
Oh the villains always blink their eyes
And the children are the only ones who blush
And life is just to die
But, anyone who has a heart
Wouldn't want to turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played the part
He wouldn't want to turn around and fake it

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Aw now that's sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane