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Honky Tonk Badonkadonk (album Version) Lyrics - 10 Great Songs - Trace Adkins

Turn it up son 

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 

Aw she's pretty good now 

Here she comes, here she comes 

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 old 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 well 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, 

 

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 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 

Keepin' perfect rhythm make you want to swing along 

Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong 

And ooh well 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, 

 

Aww, son 

Oh that's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there 

 

We don't care about the drinkin', barely listen to 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 

 

Honky tonk badonkadonk 

Keepin' perfect rhythm make you want to swing along 

Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong 

And ooh well 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 honky tonk badonkadonk 

That's it right there boys 

That's why we do what we do 

It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory 

It ain't for the free whiskey 

It's for the badonkadonk 

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