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