When your mother sends back all of your invitationsAnd your father to your sister he explainsThat you're tryin' of yourself and all of your creationNow won't you come see me, Queen JaneYeah, won't you come see me, Queen JaneNow when all the flower ladies want back what they have lent youAnd the smell of their roses does not remainAnd all of your children start to resent youNow won't you come see me, Queen JaneI think you'd better come on and see me, Queen JaneWhen all of your advisers keep their fasts inAnd your fiends to convince you of the painTryin' to prove that your collusion should be more drasticThat's the time to come see me, Queen JaneWon't you come see me, Queen JaneNow when all the other bandits that you've turned the other cheek toAll lay down their bandanas and complainThen you want, you want somebody you don't have to speak toOh, won't you turn me on, Queen JaneWhat I mean is come see me, Queen JaneNow when all the clowns that you have commissioned have diedYes, they've died in battle and painAnd you're sick, so sick of all that, all of that confusionThat's the time, you know that's the time to come see me, Queen Jane