Sweet Jane - Live in Los Angeles, 2003

So, I thought I would
 I thought I would explain you how you make a career out of three chords
 I know a lot of you been wondering that, and you younger bands
 Pay attention to this one
 So, you thought it was three, it's really four
 Watch
 Three
 But what's really happening
 As in most things in life
 It's that little hump at the end
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 Hey, Fernando
 Fernandito, on the bass we have
 How could I, let's see?
 There's people who play the bass and then there's Fernando
 Fernando's song is that is
 And we call it fernandizing, so
 Hey Fernando, will you fernandize?
 Fernandize this
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 Hey, A, A, Anthony
 That's Anthony from Anthony & The Johnsons, my guy
 All the way from whe Big Apple
 Hey Anthony, we brought our own vocalist
 And that's Anthony
 Hey Anthony, will yasing a little son for Lou
 Sing a little t-t-tune
 No-no-no
 No, no-no
 Ooh, no
 Ooh-ooh, no
 Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
 Oh, sweet Jane
 Ooh, sweet Jane (oh)
 Oh, If I could only sing like that
 Things could've been so different
 I could've made beach movies
 Little surfer girl, alone in my little beady room
 What the fuck is that?
 Alone in my room?
 What the fuck is that shit?
 Or little surfer woman?
 Or Jane?
 We actually have a Jane
 On a cello
 Jane Scarpantoni
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 Standing on the corner, suitcase is in my hand
 Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest
 And me, baby, I'm in a rock and roll band
 Ridin' a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
 You know, those were different times
 The poets, they studied rules of verse and the ladies rolled their eyes
 You know, they sang Jane
 Ooh baby, sweet Jane
 Oh-yeah, yeah-yeah, sweet Jane
 Jack, he is a banker and Jane, she is a clerk babe
 And both of them save their monies, honies
 And when they come home from work
 They sittin' there, baby, by the fire
 The radio does play
 The March, "The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
 And you could hear Jack say, you know he's singin'
 Oh, sweet Jane
 Ooh, sweet Jane
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 Some people like to go out dancing
 Then there's other people like us, baby
 We got to work
 There's some evil motherfuckers
 They're gonna tell you that life's just made out of dirt
 That pretty women never really faint
 Or that villains always blink their eyes
 That children are the only ones who blush
 And that life, life, life is just to die
 But I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya
 Anyone who's ever had a heart
 Wouldn't turn around and break it
 Anyone who's ever played a part
 Oh, they wouldn't turn, turn around and hate it
 They say, Jane
 Ooh baby, sweet Jane
 Sweet Jane
 Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Jane
 Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
 Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet Jane