ADKINS, TRACE - Honky Tonk Badonkadonk lyrics

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    TRACE ADKINS LYRICS
    
    "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk"
    
    
    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
    Ooh, she put her beer down
    Here she comes
    Here she comes
    Left left left right left
    Whoo
    
    Husslers shootin' eightball
    Throwin' darts at the wall
    Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
    Here she comes, Lord help us all
    Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
    Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
    It's so hard not to stare
    At that honky tonk badonkadonk
    Keepin' perfect rhythm
    Make ya wanna swing along
    Got it goin' on
    Like Donkey Kong
    And whoo-wee
    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
    (Aww son)
    
    Now Honey, you can't blame her
    For what her mama gave her
    You ain't gotta 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
    Keepin' perfect rhythm
    Make ya wanna swing along
    Got it goin' on
    Like Donkey Kong
    And whoo-wee
    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
    (Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
    
    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
    That honkey tonk badonkadonk
    Keepin' perfect rhythm
    Make ya wanna swing along
    Got it goin' on
    Like Donkey Kong
    And whoo-wee
    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
    It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
    It's for the badonkadonk)
    
    [Thanks to Laurie (lauriem0@netscape.net) for these lyrics]

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