Jane Is A Groupee Lyrics

Jane is a groupee, ah
Jane makes whoopee, ah
She's got a thing for the guys in the band
Every musician's biggest fan
She claps her hands without a doubt
Has no idea what the song's about
She's too busy trying to figure out
The shorter route to take the drummer home
Hey Larry, what's your space?
Said you'd teach me how to play the bass
Since we got a little time to waste
We might as well get it on
Front row tickets for the very next show
Organ dreams, many friends to know
She's the only reason the horns will blow

Playing her favorite song
Jane, Jane, shame, shame
Jane is a groupee, ah
Jane makes whoopee, ah
She's got a thing for the guys in the band
Every musician's biggest fan
Hey Freddie, I like you
When you play the blues
You make me blue
I'd like to go around with you too
Ever see a Jane in action
Different levels of satisfaction
Cause her to lose a fraction
Of her womanhood
Hey Sly, you can score with me
You can write your songs upon my knee
And when you get through
You can be with me
Jane, Jane, shame, shame
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written by STEWART, SYLVESTER
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