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