standing on the corner
suitcase in my hand
jack is in his corset
and jane is her vest
and me i'm in a rock'n'roll band hah!
ridin' in a stutz bear cat
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! 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
oh
sittin' down by the fire
oh!
the radio does play
the classical music there
jim
the march of the wooden soldiers"