Sweet Jane [L. Reed]

Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his coats and Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band, huh

Riding in a Stutz-Bearcat, Jim
You 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
Sweet Jane

I'll tell you something, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And Both of them save their monies
Ha, and when, when they come home from work

Ooo, sitting 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, ah, come on, baby
Sweet Jane, oh, oh, oh, oh
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

You know, that women never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes, woo
And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die

And everyone who ever had a heart, oh
That wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part, oh
And wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane, whoa, whoa
Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane