Standing on the corner,
suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest
and, me I'm in a rock'n'roll band, huh
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat, Jim
Y'know, those were different times
Oh, all the poet, they studied rules of verse
And the ladies, they rolled their eyes
Whoa! Sweet Jane!
Oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!
I'll tell you something
Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
Both of them save their monies, ha
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh! Sittin' down by the fire, oh