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I had a baby named Jane
She could shake that thing
Said her Daddy used to hang
With Johnny Coltrane
She sang a soul train
With her friend named Jen
Her booty was bigger than a Mercedes Benz
Jen was a herdy-gerdy-dirty little girly
I heard it from a birdy
She could cook a mean turkey
With gravy, baby, baby, baby
Baby was Jen's best friend, and maybe
If you were lucky
Licky, licky, sucky, sucky
Mickey, Mickey, fuck me, fuck me
More junk in the trunk than a Honda
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it, little mama
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Five, six, seven now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out; work it, little mama
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
I had a princess, queen of incest
She was in bred Jean had big breasts?
And big eyes and a big ass to match
Jean wasn't fast, she was easy to catch
Then came Molly Hood from Hollywood highs
So fly she was Trans-Atlantic
She was a manic depressive (manic depressive)
Which was impressive
Very impressive, I had to test it
Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented
She took me home to her mama
I taught them both how to Jane Fonda
[Chorus]
I had a girl named Dana
From Santa Anna
She was a waitress at the Copa Cabana
She was slammin', and her ass was jammin'
Like Janet Jackson in Rhythm Nation
Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
You could see her ass from outer space
So I landed on a planet
And planted a Mickey A flag, dammit
[Chorus: x2]
She could shake that thing
Said her Daddy used to hang
With Johnny Coltrane
She sang a soul train
With her friend named Jen
Her booty was bigger than a Mercedes Benz
Jen was a herdy-gerdy-dirty little girly
I heard it from a birdy
She could cook a mean turkey
With gravy, baby, baby, baby
Baby was Jen's best friend, and maybe
If you were lucky
Licky, licky, sucky, sucky
Mickey, Mickey, fuck me, fuck me
More junk in the trunk than a Honda
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it, little mama
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Five, six, seven now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out; work it, little mama
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
I had a princess, queen of incest
She was in bred Jean had big breasts?
And big eyes and a big ass to match
Jean wasn't fast, she was easy to catch
Then came Molly Hood from Hollywood highs
So fly she was Trans-Atlantic
She was a manic depressive (manic depressive)
Which was impressive
Very impressive, I had to test it
Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented
She took me home to her mama
I taught them both how to Jane Fonda
[Chorus]
I had a girl named Dana
From Santa Anna
She was a waitress at the Copa Cabana
She was slammin', and her ass was jammin'
Like Janet Jackson in Rhythm Nation
Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
You could see her ass from outer space
So I landed on a planet
And planted a Mickey A flag, dammit
[Chorus: x2]
Lyrics submitted by Evey Hammond
Track duration: 03:40
"Jane Fonda" as written by Cisco Adler, Yeshe Pearl
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC
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there is a member of the band train called johnny.
haha. i dont know.
i love this song, though. =]
haha
favorite part
her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
you could see her ass from outer space
so I landed on the planet
and planted a Mickey Av flag dammnit
should be "she was inbread but jean had big breasts"
and i agree, this song, no matter how pointless and raunchy, it's catchy and fun. and i listen to it all the time.
lol
BUT WE R REALLY CLOSE NOW!!
so funny