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Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand |
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Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest |
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And me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band |
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Ridin'a Stutz Bearcat, Jim |
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You know, those were different times |
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Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse |
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And those ladies, they rolled their eyes |
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Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane |
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Jack, he is a banker |
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And Jane, she is a clerk |
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And both of them save their monies |
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When they come home from work |
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Ooh, they be sittin' down by the fire |
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Oh, the radio does play |
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The classical music, said Jim, the 'March of the Wooden Soldiers' |
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All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say, get ready |
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Sweet Jane, come on, baby |
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Sweet Jane, sweet Jane |
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Some people, they like to go out dancing |
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Other peoples, they have to work |
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Just watch me now |
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And there's some evil mothers |
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Well, they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt |
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You know, that women never really faint |
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And that villains always blink their eyes |
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And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush |
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And that life is just to die |
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But anyone who ever had a heart |
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Oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it |
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And anyone who's ever played a part |
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Oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it |
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Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane ... |
