Bust Your Fanny, Annie

This here tale's 'bout a woman, name of Annie Barron Like most female folk, she's kind and she's carin' But the thing about Annie that veers from the plan She's a whiz with her hands, as good as a man She can fix almost anything, from computers to cars Though you'll never find Annie drunk in a bar She's busy helping friends not mechanically inclined Not guzzling a six-pack or swilling sweet wine... One hot day found Annie at work on an a/c The temperature outside 'bout a hundred degrees She felt for her client; she was busting her fanny So characteristic of unpretentious Miss Annie Then just as she fixed it, she clutched hard at her heart She lay down for a minute; that was only smart Cooled by the conditioner, Annie asked for a sweater But gripped by the chills, she was not getting better Annie's lips turned blue, her whole body a-shiver What was the problem? What should they give her? Of a sudden, she let out a pierce-the-air cry Turned over once and proceeded to die! Well, needless to say, people stood there, just shocked Wasn't Annie the consummate handyman jock? So, please note full well when you're busting your fanny --- You'd be wise to recall the fate of Miss Annie