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]