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