Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand Jack is in his coat Jane is in her vest and me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band
Riding a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim you know, those were different times oh, all the poets they studied rules of verses and those ladies they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane!
Jack he is a banker and Jane she is a clerk both of them save all their monies and then they come home from work
Oh, sitting down by the fire, oh the radio just play the classical music there, Jim "The march of the wooden soldiers" and you can hear Jack and you can hear Jack say, oh
Sweet Jane!
Some people like to go dancing some people have to work and there's even some evil mothers they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
You know that women never really faint and that villains always blinking their eye you know children are the only ones who blush and life is, just to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
