Honky Tonk Badonkadonk

Turn it up some

Alright boys, this is her favorite song

You know that's right

So, if we play it good and loud

She might get up and dance again

Ooh, she put her beer down

Here she comes

Here she comes

Left left left right left

Whoo

Hustlers shootin' eight ball

Throwin' darts at the wall

Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall

Here she comes, Lord help us all

Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair

Poor ole boy, it isn't his fault

It's so hard not to stare

(Chorus)

At that honky tonk badonkadonk

Keepin' perfect rhythm

Make ya wanna swing along

Got it goin' on

Like Donkey Kong

And whoo-wee

Shut my mouth, slap your grandma

There outta be a law

Get the Sheriff on the phone

Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on

That honky tonk badonkadonk

(Aww son)

(Chorus)

Now Honey, you can't blame her

For what her mama gave her

You ain't gotta hate her

For workin' that money-maker

Band shuts down at two

But we're hangin' out till three

We hate to see her go

But love to watch her leave

(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)

(Chorus)

We don't care bout the drinkin'

Barely listen to the band

Our hands, they start a shakin'

When she gets the urge to dance

You think you fell in love

Boys, you better keep your distance

You can look but you can't touch

(Chorus)

(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do

It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free

whiskey

It's for the badonkadonk)