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