[Verse 1]
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
Whoo!
Hustlers shooting eight-ball
Throwing darts at the wall
Feeling damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Old T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out of his chair
Poor old boy, it isn't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
[Chorus]
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keeping perfect rhythm
Make you want to swing along
Got it going on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son!)
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
Whoo!
Hustlers shooting eight-ball
Throwing darts at the wall
Feeling damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Old T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out of his chair
Poor old boy, it isn't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
[Chorus]
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keeping perfect rhythm
Make you want to swing along
Got it going on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son!)
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