It’s twelve ‘o clock, it’s time to start your day
You peel your body off the couch and now you’re on your way to the kitchen
You pour a glass of bourbon with no ice
A half a dozen Percocets will make the morning nice and stop the itchin’  

The children are already at school
In just a couple hours they’ll be comin’ home through the door
just to watch you drool

Sweet Baby Jane , Sweet Baby Jane, Sweet Baby Jane
Everybody knows about your game, even though it’s not your name

At Six ‘o clock you’re finally coming down
You better grab your medicine while no one is around to watch you take it
Your man comes home with flowers and a kiss
You try to smile, but all the while you know that later on you’ll have to fake it

By nine “o clock you’re draggin’ your ass
You’re never gonna see the light by staring straight through
the bottom of that glass

Sweet Baby Jane , Sweet Baby Jane, Sweet Baby Jane
Everybody knows about your shame

You got the money, got the diamonds, got the fancy car
You’ve even got a man on the side
Stoned, drunk, tired and sad. How’d it ever get this bad?
There’s nowhere left to hide

One day you’ll look around and you’ll find
The ones who tried to love you will be running fast as they can
leaving you behind

Sweet Baby Jane , Sweet Baby Jane, Sweet Baby Jane
Everybody knows about your game
                                                                                                     
Sweet Baby Jane , Sweet Baby Jane. Sweet Baby Jane
You know it’s not too late to change the game

 

Sweet Baby Jane