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Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
Jane is in her corset, and Jack is in his vest,
and, me I'm in a rock'n'roll band. Huh
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat,
those were different times
poet studied rules of verse
And the ladies rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane! Whoa
Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane
Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
Both of them save their monies, ha
And when they come home from work
Sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
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