Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven now
If you don't know, let me show you how

If you don't know, let me show you how
Very impressive, I had to test it
Work it out, shake it little momma
With gravy baby, baby, baby
One, two, three, four

If you were lucky
Said her Daddy used to hang
To work it out, work it little momma
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
She was slammin' and her ass was jammin'
Five, six, seven now
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
To work it out, work it little momma
With her friend named Jen
I had a princess, queen of incest
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

I heard it from a birdy
Five, six, seven now
She was a waitress at the Copa-cabana
You could see her ass from outer space
Get your booty on the dance floor
Get your booty on the dance floor
One, two, three, four
Work it out, shake it little momma

I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

Which was impressive

Work it out, shake it little momma
Get your booty on the dance floor
She was in Reba Jean, her big breasts

Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
Then came Molly your hood from Hollywood High
Baby was Jen's best friend and maybe
I had a girl named Dana from Anta Anna

Get your booty on the dance floor
She sang a soul train
Get your booty on the dance floor

So fly she was trans-Atlantic
Five, six, seven now
Jen was a herdy gerdy dirty little girly
Mickey, Mickey, fuck me fuck me
Work it out, shake it little momma
She took me home to her momma
Get your booty on the dance floor
To work it out, work it little momma
One, two, three, four
Work it out, shake it little momma
I taught them both how to Jane Fonda

And big eyes and a big ass to match
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
If you don't know, let me show you how
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
More junk in the trunk than a Honda

With Johnny Coltrane

Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented
Her booty was bigger
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
One, two, three, four
She was a manic depressive, manic depressive
One, two, three, four
If you don't know, let me show you how
Work it out, shake it little momma

I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
To work it out, work it little momma

And planted a Mickey Av flag dammit
So I landed on the planet
Like Janet Jackson in the Rhythm Nation
Licky licky, sucky sucky
Five, six, seven now
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
She could cook a mean turkey
Than a Mercedes Benz

Jean wasn't fat, she was easy to catch

One, two, three, four