Turn it up Alright boys, is her favorite song You that, right? So, if we play it and loud She might get up and dance
Oh, she put her down Here she comes, here she Left left, left right
Hustlers shootin' Throwin' darts at the damn near 10 feet tall Here she comes, Lord us all
Ol' T.W.'s Done slapped him his chair ol' boy, it ain't his fault It's so hard not to
At that tonk badonkadonk perfect rhythm Make ya swing along
Got it goin' on like Kong 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? 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 down at two But we're out til three We'd to see her go But love to watch her
With that tonk badonkadonk Keepin' rhythm 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 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 listen to the band Our hands, they a shakin' When she gets the urge to
everybody crazy You think you fell in Boys, you keep your distance You can look but you can't
That tonk badonkadonk perfect rhythm Make ya swing along
Got it goin' on like 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? 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 ain't for the free whiskey, for the badonkadonk (That tonk badonkadonk)