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