Jane Fonda

I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
One, two, three, four
Work it out, shake it little momma
Get your booty on the dance floor
To work it out, work it little momma
One, two, three, four
You could see her ass from outer space
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Five, six, seven now
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
If you don't know, let me show you how
More junk in the trunk than a Honda
Jean wasn't fat, she was easy to catch
I heard it from a birdy
And planted a Mickey Av flag dammit
Five, six, seven now

With gravy baby, baby, baby
One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor

If you were lucky

Which was impressive

To work it out, work it little momma
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
She could cook a mean turkey

Work it out, shake it little momma

Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented
Her booty was bigger
Work it out, shake it little momma
Five, six, seven now

Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
She was slammin' and her ass was jammin'
Mickey, Mickey, fuck me fuck me
Work it out, shake it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
If you don't know, let me show you how
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
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
To work it out, work it little momma

Very impressive, I had to test it
Five, six, seven now
I taught them both how to Jane Fonda
She was in Reba Jean, her big breasts
Five, six, seven now
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

So I landed on the planet
Baby was Jen's best friend and maybe

If you don't know, let me show you how
She took me home to her momma

I had a princess, queen of incest
Said her Daddy used to hang
Than a Mercedes Benz
So fly she was trans-Atlantic
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
One, two, three, four

To work it out, work it little momma
Get your booty on the dance floor
One, two, three, four
Then came Molly your hood from Hollywood High
She was a manic depressive, manic depressive
Like Janet Jackson in the Rhythm Nation

Licky licky, sucky sucky
And big eyes and a big ass to match
With Johnny Coltrane
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
With her friend named Jen
If you don't know, let me show you how
Jen was a herdy gerdy dirty little girly

If you don't know, let me show you how
One, two, three, four
She was a waitress at the Copa-cabana
Work it out, shake it little momma