All The Young Dudes
Mott The Hoople
3:32Standin' on a corner Suitcase in my hand Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest Me, I'm in a rock n' roll band Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim Those were different times The poets studied rules of verse And all the ladies rolled their eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Now, Jack, he is a banker And Jane, she is a clerk And the both of them are saving up all their money When they come home from work Sittin' by the fire Radio just playin' A little classical music for you kids "The March of the Wooden Soldiers" And you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people like to go out dancing And other people, they gotta work And there's always some evil mothers They'll tell you life is just full of dirt And that women never really faint And that villains always blink their eyes And that children are the only ones who blush 'Cause life is just to die But, anyone who has a heart He wouldn't want to turn around and break it And anyone who ever played their part He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Oh, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Oh, my Sweet Jane