What is it about them
They're all out chasing one thing
Don't they know that they are scaring
My girl is not something to be shared
Set restraints on all them
They want to be playful
So I have to be real anal
There's no way I will let her go

I am a straight-laced bloke
So it ain't a cheap joke
I just love my Fanny like no other
Keep Jane, Gina, Jan, Joan
Sandy, Karen, go home
I will keep my Fanny, and forever

Starting up at sundown
My Fanny likes to party
My Fanny's always ready
To get up and do a funky dance
Sometimes she may fall down
My Fanny might be hurting
But soon she will be smiling
That is all it takes, just take that chance

I am a straight-laced bloke
And it ain't a cheap joke
I just love my Fanny, and no other
Wherever we may roam
To France, Nepal, or Rome
Don't you touch my Fanny, now or ever

If you see us on the sidewalk
Don't be a pervy snake
When you know you love someone
There's only so much one can take, give a break

What is it about her?
I guess that certain something
My Fanny keeps them humming (mmm mmm, mmmm)
Too much perfection to be shared

Get down
Shake it
Move it