Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Honky Tonk Badonkadonk , by - Trace Adkins. Release date: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
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 |
| Ohh, she put her beer down |
| Here she comes |
| Here she comes |
| Left, left, left right left |
| Whoo |
| Hustlers 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 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 oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone |
| Lord have mercy, how’d 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 oughta 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 |
| (Ooh, that’s what I’m talkin' bout right there, honey) |
| We don’t care about 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 oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone |
| Lord have mercy, how’d she even get them britches on |
| That honky tonk badonkadonk |
| That honky tonk badonkadonk |
| Yeah, 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 |
| (That honky tonk badonkadonk) |
| It’s for the badonkadonk |
| (That honky tonk badonkadonk) |