Writer(s): Dallas Davidson, Jamey Van Johnson, Randy Houser
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 whoo
Hustlers shooting eightball
Throwing darts at the wall
Feeling damn near ten feet tall
Here she comes
Lord help us all
Ole T. W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
Poor old boy
It ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
at that honky tonk badonkadonk Keeping perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along Got it going on like
Donkey Kong And whoo wee
Shut my mouth Slap your grandma
There oughta be a law
Get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy
How she even get them britches on with that honky tonk badonka -donk
Aww son
Now honey you can't blame her
for what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her for working that money maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hanging out til three
We hate to see her go
but love to watch her leave with that honky tonk badonka -donk
Keeping perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it going on like Donkey Kong
And whoo wee
Shut my mouth Slap your grandma
There oughta be a law
Get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy
How she even get them britches on with that honky tonk badonka -donk
Oh that's what I'm talking bout
Right there honey
We don't care about the drinking
Barely listen to the band
Our hands they start the shaking when she gets the urge to dance
Driving everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch at that honky tonk badonka -donk
Keeping perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it going on like Donkey Kong
And whoo wee
Shut my mouth Slap your grandma
There oughta be a law
Get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy
How she even get them britches on with that honky tonk badonka -donk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah that honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That's it right there boys
