Standin' on a corner Suitcase in my hand Jack's in his corset, says to Jane, who's in her vest Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band Friday night's a picture show Those were different times And the poets studied rules of verse And all the ladies rolled their eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Now, Jack, he is a banker And 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, they gotta work And there's always some evil mothers They'll tell you life is full of dirtAnd the women never really faint And the villans always blink their eyes And the children are the only ones who blush 'Cause 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