Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven now

Work it out, shake it little momma
Work it out, shake it little momma

Then came Molly your hood from Hollywood High
Work it out, shake it little momma
If you don't know, let me show you how
Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented
To work it out, work it little momma
And planted a Mickey Av flag dammit
Work it out, shake it little momma

She took me home to her momma
One, two, three, four

She sang a soul train

I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
Said her Daddy used to hang

With gravy baby, baby, baby
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Work it out, shake it little momma
Jen was a herdy gerdy dirty little girly
If you were lucky
You could see her ass from outer space
And big eyes and a big ass to match
To work it out, work it little momma
I taught them both how to Jane Fonda

She could cook a mean turkey
I heard it from a birdy
If you don't know, let me show you how
She was in Reba Jean, her big breasts
Get your booty on the dance floor

Five, six, seven now
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Work it out, shake it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
Licky licky, sucky sucky
So I landed on the planet
I had a princess, queen of incest
Mickey, Mickey, fuck me fuck me
One, two, three, four
She was a waitress at the Copa-cabana
Get your booty on the dance floor
Jean wasn't fat, she was easy to catch
Five, six, seven now
One, two, three, four
Her booty was bigger
Five, six, seven now
Very impressive, I had to test it

Which was impressive
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
So fly she was trans-Atlantic
One, two, three, four
To work it out, work it little momma

Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
One, two, three, four
She was a manic depressive, manic depressive
If you don't know, let me show you how
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

Get your booty on the dance floor
Get your booty on the dance floor
Baby was Jen's best friend and maybe
With Johnny Coltrane
One, two, three, four
If you don't know, let me show you how
Like Janet Jackson in the Rhythm Nation
More junk in the trunk than a Honda
She was slammin' and her ass was jammin'
Than a Mercedes Benz
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
Get your booty on the dance floor
To work it out, work it little momma
With her friend named Jen
To work it out, work it little momma
I had a girl named Dana from Anta Anna
Get your booty on the dance floor
Five, six, seven now