| Turn it up some
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| Alright boys, this is her favorite song
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| You know that right
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| So, if we play it good and loud
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| She might get up and dance again
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| Ohh, she put her beer down
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| Here she comes
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| Here she comes
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| Left, left, left right left
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| Whoo
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| Hustlers shootin' eight ball
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| Throwin' darts at the wall
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| Feelin' damn near ten feet tall
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| Here she comes, Lord help us all
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| Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
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| Poor ole boy, it ain’t his fault
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| It’s so hard not to stare
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| At that honky tonk badonkadonk
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| Keepin' perfect rhythm, make ya wanna swing along
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| Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
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| And whoo-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
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| There oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
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| Lord have mercy, how’d she even get them britches on
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| That honky tonk badonkadonk
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| (Aww son)
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| Now Honey, you can’t blame her
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| For what her mama gave her
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| It ain’t right to hate her
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| For workin' that money-maker
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| Band shuts down at two
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| But we’re hangin' out till three
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| We hate to see her go
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| But love to watch her leave
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| With that honky tonk badonkadonk
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| Keepin' perfect rhythm
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| Make ya wanna swing along
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| Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
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| And whoo-wee shut my mouth, slap your grandma
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| There oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
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| Lord have mercy, how’d she even get them britches on
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| With that honky tonk badonkadonk
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| (Ooh, that’s what I’m talkin' bout right there, honey)
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| We don’t care about the drinkin'
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| Barely listen to the band
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| Our hands, they start a shakin'
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| When she gets the urge to dance
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| Drivin' everybody crazy
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| You think you fell in love
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| Boys, you better keep your distance
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| You can look but you can’t touch
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| That honkey tonk badonkadonk
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| Keepin' perfect rhythm
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| Make ya wanna swing along
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| Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
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| And whoo-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
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| There oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
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| Lord have mercy, how’d she even get them britches on
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| That honky tonk badonkadonk
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| That honky tonk badonkadonk
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| Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk
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| (That honky tonk badonkadonk)
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| That’s it, right there boys, that’s why we do what we do
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| It ain’t for the money, it ain’t for the glory, it ain’t for the free whiskey
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| (That honky tonk badonkadonk)
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| It’s for the badonkadonk
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| (That honky tonk badonkadonk) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Honky tonk Badonkadonk , by - The Country Dance Kings. Song from the album Let the Music Play, Vol. 2, in the genre Кантри