Mott the Hoople - Sweet Jane Lyrics

Standin' on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest
Me, I'm in a rock n' roll band
Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
Those were different times
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 the both of them are saving up all their money
When they come home from work
Sittin' by the fire
Radio just playin'
A little classical music for you kids
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Some people like to go out dancing
And other people, they gotta work
And there's always some evil mothers
They'll tell you life is just full of dirt
And that women never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes
And that children are the only ones who blush
'Cause life is just to die

But, anyone who has a heart
He wouldn't want to turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played their part
He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Oh, Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Oh, my Sweet Jane