Turn it up Alright boys, is her favorite song You that, right? So, if we play it good and She might get up and again
Oh, she put her down Here she comes, here she Left left, left left
Hustlers shootin' darts at the wall 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 hard not to
At that honky 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 have mercy, she even get them britches on? That honky tonk (Aww son)
Now honey, you can't her For what her mama her It ain't to hate her For workin' moneymaker
Band shuts at two But we're out til three We'd to see her go But love to watch her
With that tonk badonkadonk Keepin' perfect Make ya wanna along
Got it goin' on like Kong And ooo wee, shut my mouth, slap your outta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone Lord have mercy, how's she get them britches on? With honky tonk badonkadonk
Oh, that's what I'm talkin' right there, honey
We don't about the drinkin' listen to the band Our hands, they start a When she the urge to dance
everybody crazy You think you fell in Boys, you better keep distance You can but you can't touch
That honkey tonk perfect rhythm Make ya swing along
Got it on like Donkey Kong And ooo wee, shut my mouth, your grandma There outta be a law, get the on the phone Lord have mercy, how's she even get them on? That tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk Yeah, that tonk badonkadonk
(That honky badonkadonk) That's it, right boys, that's why we do what we do It ain't for the money, it ain't for the (That honky badonkadonk) It ain't for the whiskey, it's for the badonkadonk (That tonk badonkadonk)