Lyrics

[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 Here she comes, here she comes Left, left, left, right, left Woo, badonkadonk [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 [Post-Chorus] Woo, aw, son (Badonkadonk) That honky tonk badonkadonk [Verse 2] Now, honey, you can't blame her for what her mama gave her It ain't right to hate her for workin' that money-maker Band shuts down at two, but we're hangin' out 'til three We hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave [Chorus] With 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 With that honky tonk badonkadonk [Post-Chorus] (—Donk, badonkadonk) Oh, that's what I'm talkin' about right there, honey That honky tonk badonkadonk [Interlude] Woo, this is her favorite song, you know that, right? You know that, right? (Money-maker) You know that, right? Aw, son [Bridge] We don't care about the drinkin', barely listen to the band Our hands, they start to 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Bado-do-donkadonk That's it right there, boys, woo (Money-maker) That honky tonk badonkadonk (Honky tonk badonkadonk) Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk (Bado-do-donkadonk) That's why we do what we do (That honky tonk badonkadonk) It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory It ain't for the free whiskey It's for the badonkadonk