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