Sweet Jane Songtext
von Chitose Hajime

Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset
Jane is in a vest
I′m in a rock 'n′ roll band
Riding out Stattburger
No those were different times
All the boys they started to lose their minds
And those ladies they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane


Jack is a banker
And Jane is a clerk
Both of them save their monies
When they come home from work
Sitting down by the fire
The radio does play the kind of music there
March of the Wooden Soldiers
Or your protest kit
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Anyone who ever had a heart
They wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who played a part
They wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane