To work it out, work it little momma
Get your booty on the dance floor
Said her Daddy used to hang
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
Then came Molly your hood from Hollywood High
To work it out, work it little momma
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
One, two, three, four
You could see her ass from outer space
I heard it from a birdy
So fly she was trans-Atlantic
If you were lucky
If you don't know, let me show you how
She sang a soul train
Five, six, seven now
Work it out, shake it little momma
She could cook a mean turkey
So I landed on the planet
Jen was a herdy gerdy dirty little girly
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
She was a manic depressive, manic depressive
Publishers: BLOTTER MUSIC, MICKEY AVALON, MUSIC OF WINDSWEPT
She took me home to her momma
She was slammin' and her ass was jammin'
One, two, three, four
She was a waitress at the Copa-cabana
I taught them both how to Jane Fonda
With gravy baby, baby, baby
Get your booty on the dance floor
And planted a Mickey Av flag dammit
Five, six, seven now
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
I had a baby named Jane
To work it out, work it little momma
If you don't know, let me show you how
Baby was Jen's best friend and maybe
If you don't know, let me show you how
Get your booty on the dance floor
Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
One, two, three, four
To work it out, work it little momma
I had a princess, queen of incest
Like Janet Jackson in the Rhythm Nation
Licky licky, sucky sucky
Get your booty on the dance floor
Five, six, seven now
To work it out, work it little momma
And big eyes and a big ass to match
Her booty was bigger
One, two, three, four
Jean wasn't fat, she was easy to catch
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
More junk in the trunk than a Honda
Mickey, Mickey, fuck me fuck me
Than a Mercedes Benz
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
Which was impressive
With Johnny Coltrane
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven now
Get your booty on the dance floor
If you don't know, let me show you how
Work it out, shake it little momma
Work it out, shake it little momma
Songwriters: Cisco Adler, Yeshe Perl
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Work it out, shake it little momma
Very impressive, I had to test it
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda
One, two, three, four
I had a girl named Dana from Anta Anna
With her friend named Jen
She was in Reba Jean, her big breasts
Five, six, seven now
If you don't know, let me show you how
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
She could shake that thing
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda