I'm in a rock'n roll band...
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat Jim
Those were different times...
They studied rules of verse
and the ladies
they rolled their eyes...
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' here by the fire
The radio does play
A little classical
music in 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
VVe got to work..
And there's even
some evil mothers
They'll tell you life
is just made out of dirt..
That women never really faint
Oh that villians always
blink their eyes..
That children are
the only ones who blush
And life is just to die..
And everyone
who ever had a heart
They wouldn't
turn around and break it..
Anyone
who ever played a part
They wouldn't
turn around and hate it..