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, she comes Left left, right left
Hustlers eightball darts at the wall Feelin' damn near 10 feet she comes, Lord help 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 honky tonk badonkadonk Keepin' rhythm ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey And ooo wee, my mouth, slap your grandma There be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone Lord have mercy, how's she get them britches on? honky 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 we're hangin' out til hate to see her go But love to her leave
With that honky tonk Keepin' perfect Make ya wanna along
Got it on like Donkey Kong And ooo wee, shut my mouth, slap grandma There be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone Lord mercy, how's she even get them britches on? With that honky tonk
Oh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there,
We don't about the drinkin' Barely listen to the Our hands, they start a When she gets the urge to
everybody crazy You you fell in love Boys, you better keep your You can look but you touch
That honkey badonkadonk perfect rhythm Make ya swing along
Got it on like Donkey Kong And ooo wee, shut my mouth, your grandma outta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone Lord have mercy, how's she get them britches on? That honky tonk
That tonk badonkadonk Yeah, that honky tonk
(That honky badonkadonk) That's it, there boys, that's why we do what we do It ain't for the money, it for the glory (That tonk badonkadonk) It for the free whiskey, it's for the badonkadonk (That tonk badonkadonk)