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