Turn it up Alright boys, this is her song You know right So, if we play it good and She might get up and dance Ooh, she put her beer she comes Here she left left right left
Husslers eightball Throwin' at the wall Feelin' damn near 10 ft. Here she comes, help us all Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done him outta his chair Poor ole boy, it his fault It's so hard not to At honky tonk badonkadonk perfect rhythm Make ya swing along Got it on Like Kong And Shut my mouth, slap grandma outta be a law Get the on the phone have mercy, how's she even get them britches on That tonk badonkadonk (Aww son)
Now Honey, you blame her For what her mama her It ain't to hate her For workin' that Band shuts at two But we're hangin' out till We to see her go But to watch her leave With honky tonk badonkadonk perfect rhythm Make ya wanna swing Got it on Like Kong And Shut my mouth, slap grandma There be a law Get the on the phone have mercy, how's she even get them britches on With honky tonk badonkadonk (Ooh, that's I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
We don't care the drinkin' listen to the band Our hands, they start a When she gets the urge to Drivin' crazy You you fell in love Boys, you better keep your You can look but you touch That honkey tonk Keepin' perfect Make ya wanna swing Got it on Like Donkey And my mouth, slap your grandma There be a law Get the on the phone have mercy, how's she even get them britches on That honky tonk
That tonk badonkadonk Yeah, that honky 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 whiskey It's for the