Turn it up Alright boys, is her favorite song You know that, So, if we play it good and She might get up and again
Oh, she put her down Here she comes, she comes Left left, right left
Hustlers eightball darts at the wall Feelin' near 10 feet tall Here she comes, Lord us all
Ol' T.W.'s slapped him outta his chair Poor ol' boy, it ain't his It's so not to stare
At that honky tonk Keepin' perfect Make ya wanna swing
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? That honky badonkadonk (Aww son)
Now honey, you blame her For her mama gave her It ain't to hate her For workin' that
Band shuts at two But we're hangin' out til We'd to see her go But love to her leave
that honky tonk badonkadonk Keepin' perfect Make ya wanna along
Got it on like Donkey Kong 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? With that honky tonk
Oh, that's what I'm bout right there, honey
We care about the drinkin' Barely listen to the Our hands, they a shakin' When she gets the urge to
Drivin' everybody You think you in love Boys, you better your distance You can look but you touch
That honkey badonkadonk Keepin' perfect Make ya wanna along
Got it goin' on like Kong And ooo wee, shut my mouth, slap grandma There outta be a law, get the Sheriff on the Lord have mercy, how's she even get them on? That tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk Yeah, that tonk badonkadonk
(That tonk 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 free whiskey, for the badonkadonk (That tonk badonkadonk)