text: Standing on the corner
  Suitcase in my hand
  Jack is in his coat
  Jane is in her vest
  And me, Im in a rocknroll band
  Riding a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim
  You know, those were different times
  Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verses
  And those ladies they rolled their eyes
  Sweet Jane!
  Jack he is a banker
  And Jane she is a clerk
  Both of them save all their monies
  And then they come home from work
  Oh, sitting down by the fire, oh
  The radio just play
  The classical music there, Jim
  The march of the wooden soldiers
  And you can hear Jack
  And you can hear Jack say, oh
  Sweet Jane!
  Some people like to go dancing
  Some people have to work
  And theres even some evil mothers
  Theyre gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
  You know that women never really faint
  And that villains always blinking their eye
  You know children are the only ones who blush
  And life is, just to die