Lyrics:

Standing on the cornerSuitcase in my handJack is in his corset and Jane is in her vestAnd me I'm in a rock and roll
bandRiding in a Stutz Bearcat JimThose were different timesAnd the poets studied rules of verseAnd all the ladies rolled th
ere eyesSweet JaneSweet JaneSweet JaneNow Jack he is a bankerAnd Jane she is a clerkAnd they're both saving up all their
moneyAnd when they come home from workSitting by the fireRadios a-playA little classical music for you kidsTo the march o
f the wooden soldiers and you can hear Jack saySweet JaneSweet JaneSweet JaneSome people like to go out dancingOther peop
le they got to workAnd there's always some evil mothersI tell you life is just full of dirtAnd the women never really faint
And the villains always blink their eyesAnd children are the only ones that blushAnd that life is just to dieBut anyone who
had a heartHe wouldn't want to turn around and break itAnd anyone who ever played a partHe wouldn't want to turn around and
hate itSweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet JaneSweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet JaneOh my sweet Jane