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Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand 
Jack is in his coat, and Jane is her vest, and me 
I'm in a rock'n'roll band  Hah! 
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat, Jim 
Y'know, those were different times! 
Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse 
And the ladies, they rolled their eyes 
Sweet Jane!  Whoa!  Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a!  Sweet Jane! 
 
I'll tell you something 
Jack, he is a banker 
And Jane, she is a clerk 
Both of them save their monies, ha 
And when, when they come home from work 
Sittin' 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, ah 
Sweet Jane!  Come on baby! Sweet Jane! Oh-oh-a!  Sweet Jane! 
 
Some people, they like to go out dancing  
And other peoples, they 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 
Y'know that, women, never really faint 
And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!   
And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush! 
And that, life is just to die!  
And, everyone who ever had a heart 
They wouldn't turn around and break it   
And anyone who ever played a part  
Oh wouldn't turn around and hate it! 
 
Sweet Jane!  Whoa-oh-oh!  Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! 
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Sweet Jane  Sweet Jane 
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Sweet Jane  Sweet Jane