Honky Tonk Badonkadonk

Left, left, left-right-left

Hustlers shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the walls
Feeling damn near ten feet tall
Here she comes, Lord, help us all
Old TW'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 want to swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooh wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to 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

Ah, son

Now honey you can't blame her for what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her for working that moneymaker
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 badonkadonk
(That's how you're supposed to wear a pair of Wranglers, right there, by God)
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Pulling that trailer full of ass)
We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave with that

Honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm make you want to swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooh wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to 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

(That's why we do what we do)
(It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory)
Honky tonk badonkadonk (it ain't for the free whiskey)
(It's for the badonkadonk)