When your mother sends back all your invitations   And your father to your sister he explains   That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations   Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?   Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?      Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you   And the smell of their roses does not remain   And all of your children start to resent you   Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?   Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?      Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned   Have died in battle or in vain   And you're sick of all this repetition   Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?   Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?      When all of your advisers heave their plastic   At your feet to convince you of your pain   Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic   Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?   Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?      Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to   All lay down their bandanas and complain   And you want somebody you don't have to speak to   Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?   Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?