David Bowie Sweet Jane Lyrics:
Standin' on the corner, suit case in my hand, Jack
is in his coat, Jane is in her vest, and, me, I'm
in a rock 'n' roll band. Riding in a
Stutz-Bearcat, Jim. Ya know, those were different
times. The poets, they studied rules of verse, and
the ladies, they rolled their eyes.Sweet Jane!
Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane! Now, Jack, he is a banker,
and Jane, she is a clerk. Both of them save their
monies, when they come home from work. Sittin'
down there by the fire, the radio does play. The
classic music is, "The March of Wooden
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Soldiers", and you can heard Jack say, Sweet
Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane. Some people like to
go out dancin'. Now other people they go to work.
There's even some evil mothers, they'll tell you
life's just made out of dirt.That women, they
never really faint, and villains always blink
their eyes.That childeren are the only ones who
blush, and life is just to die. That every one who
ever had a heart...that wouldn't turn round and
break it, anyone that played a part, whooa, and
wouldn't turn round and hate it.Sweet Jane, Sweet
Jane, Sweet Jane. Sweet Jane! (Sweet Jane) Sweet
Jane! (Sweet Jane)...Sweet Jane! (Sweet
Jane)...(Sweet Jane)...(Sweet Jane)...(Sweet
Jane).
Lyrics: Sweet Jane, David Bowie [end]