(Reed)
© Oakfield Avenue Music Ltd. (BMI)

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 Bearcat, 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! Whoa!
Sweet Jane, Whoa!
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 they come home from work
Oh, 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!

La lala lala la, la lala lala la
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane