Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest
I hear you
I hear you knocking but you can't come in
To me
Hey honey, I'm in a rock and roll band
And ridin' a Stutz Bearcat
Those were different times
And those ladies they studied rules of verse
And all those ladies , they rolled their eyes
And saying
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Now Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is just a little bitty clerk
And both of them
Hey you little people out there
I saw you little people
Don't you hated those Academy Awards, man?
You know they said: here's fucking Barbara Streisand
She says: I want to thank all those little people
There's too many little people
I can't get there names
Fuck her and you little people
I like big people
Fuck short people and tall people, man, I like middle people
People from Wyoming
You've ever meet sombody from Wyoming?
Not me
Anyway:
Now Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
Hey clerk
Gimme good clerk
I give good clerk
Aha
And both them man, they saved their pennies
And their fucking nickels and their dimes, and it builts up
They got a estate
Here comes the condominium
Oh shit
He Miami
You're sitting there by the fire man
So let your fire, you plug it in
I like make believe fire
I like make believe love too
Oohh mama, give me some make believe love
Hey: Make believe love: that's a album title, Michael,
Write that down, quick,
And fuck if I forget it
You're listening to some classical music, hey,
You better watch me now
It's only one time one time only to vote
Hey, The March Of The Wooden Soldiers
Have you ever put a quarter in those machines man?
You know: like the bear that playes basketball?
You put a quarter in
Aha
I guess you never put a quarter in it ha?
Some people say I'm residu
Haha
The March Of The Wooden Soldiers
Where were you on the list when they called you for Vietnam?
Hey man: Vietnam
Are you political Lou?
Political about what?
Give me an issue, I give you a tissue
And wipe my ass with it
Ooh yeah
We're just here to make out
You bend over
We put the head in, you know
If you don't like it
Then we'll talk about it
Face north, Jack
Are we been broadcast tonight?
Fuck radio Ethiopia man
I'm radio Brooklyn
I ain't no snob man
Haha
They said
Sweet Jane
Oh sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane)
You know,there's some people man , they like to go out dancing
Why should you?
What about her?
If you write as good as you talk, nobody reads you
What do I look like any young man up here?
You know I found my wife in the living room in a Volkswagen
Said: ho did you get there?
Made a ride through the kitchen
Ain't that funny, haha?
And there's some evil motherfuckers
Oh, oh, oohh,
That tell you that life is just made out of dirt
And that eh
Ah man, those pretty women they never really faint
Those villians always shut up you
And blink there eyes
There little bitty children are the onely ones that blush
And that life
Life is just to die
But i'll tell you something
Hey man, anyone who's got a heart
A rock and roll heart
Would you turn around and break it?
And you know
Do that again Michael
Is that control?
Watch this now
And anyone who has played a part you know, hey, hey man
They would turn around and hate it
They say
Sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane)
Sweet Jane
(Sweet Jane)
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Writer(s): Lou Reed
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