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