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
  those were different times
  They studied rules of verse
  and those ladies they rolled their eyes
  
  Sweet Jane
  Sweet Jane
  Sweet Jane
  
  Jack, he is a banker
  Jane, she is a clerk
  Both of them save their money
  when they come home from work
  Sittin' 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'll tell you that life is just made out of dirt
  And women never really faint
  all the villains always blink their eyes
  That children are the only ones who blush
  and 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