Honky tonk badonkadonk Lyrics
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Honky tonk badonkadonk Lyricsby Trace Adkins Buy album CD: American Man: Greatest Hits Vol. Ii Turn it up some All right 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 Husslers 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 At that honky tonk badonkadonk Keepin' perfect rhythm: make you wanna swing along Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong And ooh ee, 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 (Aw sorry) 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 till three We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave With that honky tonk badonkadonk Now, keepin' perfect rhythm, make you wanna swing along Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong And ooh ee, 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. (Oh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey) ---- Instrumental Interlude ---- 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 With that honky tonk badonkadonk Now, keepin' perfect rhythm, make you wanna swing along Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong And ooh-ee, 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)
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