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 beer she comes Here she left left right left
Husslers shootin' Throwin' at the wall Feelin' damn 10 ft. tall Here she comes, help us all Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him his chair Poor ole boy, it his fault It's so not to stare At that honky badonkadonk Keepin' perfect Make ya swing along Got it on Donkey Kong And my mouth, slap your grandma There be a law Get the on the phone Lord have mercy, how's she even get them on honky tonk badonkadonk (Aww son)
Now Honey, you blame her For what her gave her It ain't right to her For workin' money-maker Band down at two But we're hangin' out till We to see her go But to watch her leave With that tonk badonkadonk perfect rhythm Make ya swing along Got it on Like Kong And Shut my mouth, your grandma outta be a law Get the Sheriff on the Lord have mercy, how's she even get britches on that honky tonk badonkadonk (Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout there, honey)
We don't care bout the listen to the band Our hands, start a shakin' she gets the urge to dance Drivin' crazy You think you in love Boys, you better keep your You can but you can't touch honkey tonk badonkadonk Keepin' rhythm Make ya wanna along Got it on Donkey Kong And Shut my mouth, your grandma outta be a law Get the on the phone have mercy, how's she even get them britches on That honky badonkadonk
That honky tonk Yeah, honky tonk badonkadonk
That's it, there boys, why we do what we do It for the money, it for the glory, it ain't for the whiskey It's for the