Turn it up Alright boys, this is her song You that, right? So, if we play it good and She might get up and again
Oh, she put her beer Here she comes, here she left, left right left
Hustlers eightball Throwin' darts at the Feelin' damn 10 feet tall Here she comes, help us all
Ol' T.W.'s Done him outta his chair Poor ol' boy, it his fault It's so not to stare
At that honky badonkadonk Keepin' perfect Make ya swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey And ooo wee, shut my mouth, slap grandma outta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone Lord have mercy, how's she even get them on? That honky badonkadonk (Aww son)
Now honey, you can't her For what her mama her It right to hate her For workin' that
shuts down at two But we're hangin' out til hate to see her go But to watch her leave
that honky tonk badonkadonk Keepin' perfect Make ya wanna swing
Got it goin' on like Donkey And ooo wee, shut my mouth, your grandma There be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone Lord have mercy, how's she get them britches on? With that tonk badonkadonk
Oh, that's what I'm bout right there, honey
We don't care about the Barely listen to the Our hands, they start a When she gets the urge to
Drivin' crazy You you fell in love Boys, you better your distance You can look but you touch
That tonk badonkadonk Keepin' perfect Make ya swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey And ooo wee, shut my mouth, slap your There be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone Lord mercy, how's she even get them britches on? That honky badonkadonk
That tonk badonkadonk Yeah, that honky tonk
(That tonk badonkadonk) That's it, there boys, that's why we do what we do It for the money, it ain't for the glory (That tonk badonkadonk) It for the free whiskey, it's for the badonkadonk (That tonk badonkadonk)