Jane Is a Groupee Songtext
von Sly & the Family Stone

Jane is a groupee, ah
Jane makes whoopee, ah
She′s got a thing for guys in the band
Every musician's biggest fan

Jane is a groupee, ah
Jane makes whoopee, ah
She′s got a thing for guys in the band
Every musician's biggest fan

She claps her hands without a doubt
Has no idea what the song's about
She′s too busy tryin′ to figure out the shorter route
To take the drummer home

"Say, hey Larry, what's your space?
Said you′d teach me how to play the bass
Since I got a little time to waste
We might as well get it on"


Front row tickets for the very next show
Organ dreams, many friends to know
She's the only reason the horns will blow
Playin′ her favorite song

Jane (Jane, Jane)
Shame (shame, shame)
Jane (Jane, Jane)
Shame (shame, shame)

Jane is a groupee, ah
Jane makes whoopee, ah
She's got a thing for guys in the band
Every musician′s biggest fan

Jane is a groupee, ah
Jane makes whoopee, ah
She's got a thing for guys in the band
Every musician's biggest fan

"Say hey Freddie, I like you
When you play the blues, you make me blue
I′d like to go around with you too"

Ever see a Jane in action?
Different levels of satisfaction
Cause her to lose a fraction of her womanhood


Hey Sly, you can score with me
You can write your songs upon my knee
And when you get through, you can be with me

Jane (Jane, Jane)
Shame (shame, shame)
Jane (Jane, Jane)
Shame (shame, shame)
Jane
Shame
Jane
Shame