Jane is a Groupee

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