One, two, three, four
get your booty on the dance floor
work it out, shake it little momma
lemme 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 momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda
So I asked her: "Do you know who Jane Fonda is?"
She shrugged. "His girlfriend?"
When I was a teenager, I remember watching TV with my mom. And she would often point at some raddled old guy with age spots and jowls and say, "Back in my day, he was a looker. All the girls were in love with him."
Which was just ridiculous, because he was ancient.
But lately I find myself doing the same thing.