Sweet Jane Lyrics - All The Young Dudes - Mott The Hoople

Standing on the corner 

Suitcase in my hand 

Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest 

And me, I'm in a rock and roll band 

Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim 

Those were different times 

And the poets studied rules of verse 

And all the ladies rolled their eyes 

Sweet Jane 

Sweet Jane 

Sweet Jane 

Now Jack, he is a banker 

And Jane, she is a clerk 

And they're both saving up all their money 

And when they come home from work 

Sittin' by the fire 

Radios of display 

A little classical music for you kids 

To the 'March of the wooden soldiers' and you can hear Jack say 

Sweet Jane 

Sweet Jane 

Sweet Jane 

Some people like to go out dancin' 

And other people they gotta work 

And there's always some evil mothers 

I tell you life is just full of dirt 

And the women never really faint 

And the villains always blink their eyes 

And children are the only ones that blush 

And that life is just to die 

But anyone who had a heart 

He wouldn't want to turn around and break it 

If anyone who ever played a part 

He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it 

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane 

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane 

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane 

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane 

Oh my sweet Jane