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