Turn it up some.
Alright boys, this is her favorite. song.
You know that 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.

Husslers shootin' eightball.
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 ain't his fault.
It's so hard not to stare
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's she even get them britches on?
That honky tonk badonkadonk.

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.
With 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's she even get them britches on?
With that honky tonk badonkadonk.
Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey.

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.
Drivin' everybody crazy.
You think you fell in love.
Boys, you better keep your distance.
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey 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's she even get them britches on?
That honky tonk badonkadonk.

That honky tonk badonkadonk.
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk.

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 badonkadon.

Sung by
~Trace Adkins~