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