[clyde]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dl3AvpE4U_U




Standing on the corner,
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest,
And me I'm in a rock'n'roll band
Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim
You know, those were different times
Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Now 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
Oh, Sittin' down by the fire,
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 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,
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
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane