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