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Standin' on a corner Suitcase in my hand Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock 'n' roll band, huh Riding a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim You know, those were different times All the poets studied rules of verse And those ladies, they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane I'll tell you something Jack, he is a banker And Jane, she's a clerk And both of them save their monies When they get home from work Sittin' down by the fire, ooh The radio does play The classical music there, Jim The March of the Wooden Soldiers All you protest kids You can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people they like to go out dancin' And other people they have to work, just watch me now And there's even some evil mothers Well there gonna tell you that everthing is just dirt You know that women never really faint And that villians always blink their eyes 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 They wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part They wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Heavenly wine and roses Seems to whisper to her When he smiles Heavenly wine and roses Seems to whisper to her When she smiles La lala lala la La lala lala la La lala lala la La lala lala la Sweet Jane ...