Turn it up Alright boys, this is her song You know that So, if we it good and loud She might get up and dance Ooh, she put her beer Here she Here she Left left left left
Husslers eightball darts at the wall Feelin' near 10 ft. tall Here she comes, help us all Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his Poor ole boy, it ain't his so hard not to stare At honky tonk badonkadonk Keepin' rhythm ya wanna swing along Got it on Like Kong And Shut my mouth, slap your outta be a law Get the Sheriff on the Lord have mercy, how's she even get them on honky tonk badonkadonk (Aww son)
Now Honey, you can't her For what her mama her It right to hate her For workin' money-maker Band shuts at two But hangin' out till three We to see her go But to watch her leave With that honky tonk perfect rhythm Make ya wanna along Got it on Like Kong And Shut my mouth, your grandma There be a law Get the on the phone Lord mercy, how's she even get them britches on With honky tonk badonkadonk (Ooh, that's I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
We don't care the drinkin' Barely listen to the Our hands, they start a When she gets the to dance Drivin' everybody You think you fell in Boys, you better keep your You can look but you touch That tonk badonkadonk Keepin' rhythm ya wanna swing along Got it on Like Donkey And Shut my mouth, slap grandma outta be a law Get the on the phone have mercy, how's she even get them britches on That honky badonkadonk
honky tonk badonkadonk Yeah, honky tonk badonkadonk
it, right there boys, that's why we do we do It for the money, it for the glory, it for the free whiskey It's for the