[Intro]
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
Oh, she put her beer down
Here she comes, here she comes
Left, left, left, right, left
Woo
[Verse 1]
Hustlers shootin' eight ball, throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near ten feet tall, here she comes, Lord, help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
Poor ol' boy, it ain'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 ooh-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There oughta be a law, get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
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
Oh, she put her beer down
Here she comes, here she comes
Left, left, left, right, left
Woo
[Verse 1]
Hustlers shootin' eight ball, throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near ten feet tall, here she comes, Lord, help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
Poor ol' boy, it ain'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 ooh-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There oughta be a law, get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
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