Standing on the corner
|
suitcase in my hand
|
Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest
|
me, honey, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band
|
Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
|
you know those were different times
|
All, all the poets they studied rules of verse
|
and those ladies they rolled their eyes
|
|
Sweet Jane
|
Sweet Jane
|
Sweet Jane
|
|
Jack, he is a banker
|
and Jane, she is a clerk
|
and Both of them save their money
|
when they come home from work
|
Sittin' down by the fire
|
radio does play, look classical music there, kids
|
"The March Of The Wooden Soldiers"
|
you can hear Jack say
|
|
Sweet Jane
|
Sweet Jane
|
Sweet Jane
|
|
Some people like to go out dancing
|
and other people like us, we gotta work
|
And there's even some evil mothers
|
they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
|
And you know that women never really faint
|
and that villains always blink their eyes
|
That children are the only ones who blush
|
and that life is just to die
|
|
Anyone who ever had a heart
|
and wouldn't turn around and break it
|
Anyone who ever played a part
|
and wouldn't turn around and hate it
|
|
Sweet Jane
|
Sweet Jane
|
Sweet Jane
|
|
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
|
Sweet Jane, oh honey, Sweet Jane
|
Sweet Jane, oh, Sweet Jane
|
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
|
|
-----------------
|
Intro/Sweet Jane
|
Lou Reed |