Intro/Sweet Jane

<br>Standing on the corner<br>suitcase in my hand<br>Jack`s in his corset, Jane is in her vest<br>me, honey, I`m in a rock `n` roll band<br>Ridin` in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim<br>you know those were different times<br>All, all the poets they studied rules of verse<br>and those ladies they rolled their eyes<br><br>Sweet Jane<br>Sweet Jane<br>Sweet Jane<br><br>Jack, he is a banker<br>and Jane, she is a clerk<br>and Both of them save their money<br>when they come home from work<br>Sittin` down by the fire<br>radio does play, look classical music there, kids<br>&quot;The March Of The Wooden Soldiers&quot;<br>you can hear Jack say<br><br>Sweet Jane<br>Sweet Jane<br>Sweet Jane<br><br>Some people like to go out dancing<br>and other people like us, we gotta work<br>And there`s even some evil mothers<br>they`re gonna tell you that everything is just dirt<br>And you know that women never really faint<br>and that villains always blink their eyes<br>That children are the only ones who blush<br>and that life is just to die<br><br>Anyone who ever had a heart<br>and wouldn`t turn around and break it<br>Anyone who ever played a part<br>and wouldn`t turn around and hate it<br><br>Sweet Jane<br>Sweet Jane<br>Sweet Jane<br><br>Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane<br>Sweet Jane, oh honey, Sweet Jane<br>Sweet Jane, oh, Sweet Jane<br>Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane