l’inossidabile Sweet Jane

SWEET JANE

Standing on the corner
suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest
and me, I’m in a rock ‘n’ roll band, huh

Ridin’ in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
you know those were different times
Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse
and those ladies they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

I’ll tell you somethin’ that Jack, he is a banker
and Jane, she is a clerk
And both of them save their monies
and when, when they come home from work
Sittin’ down by the fire
the radio does play a little classical music there, Jim
“The March Of The Wooden Soldiers”
all you protest kids
you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Some people they like to go out dancing
and other peoples they have to work
And there’s even some evil mothers
well they’re gonna tell you that everything is just dirt

You know that women never really faint
and that villains always blink their eyes
And that, you know children
are the only ones who blush
and that life is just to die

But anyone who ever had a heart
oh, they wouldn’t turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
oh, they wouldn’t turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane