Yeah, so...Am curently listening to "Jane Fonda" by Mickey Avalon.
M just heard it the other day on the radio and it is her newest little obsession. Probably has something to do with the decadent overtones.
Witness:
I had a baby named JaneIts hard to convey the flavor via lyrics alone, but it reminds me most of Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side" with a little of the Nails' "Eighty-eight lines about forty-four women" thrown in for good measure.
she could shake that thing
said her daddy used to hang with Johnny Coltrane
she sang the soul train with a friend named Jen
her booty was bigger than a Mercedes Benz
It has that flip, slightly buzzed, degenerate kind of charm.
If you like that sort of thing.
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