Jane is a Groupee, ahhh Jane makes whoopee, ahhh She's got a thing for the 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
Hey Larry, what's your space Said you'd teach me how to play the bass Since we 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, Shame Shame
Jane is a Groupee, ahhh Jane makes whoopee, ahhh She's got a thing for the guys in the band Every musician's biggest fan
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
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