Songwriters: Houser, Randy; Davidson, Dallas; Johnson, Jamey;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    Oh, she put her beer down  Here she comes, here she comes  Left left, left right left  Whoo    Hustlers shootin' eightball  Throwin' darts at the wall  Feelin' damn near 10 feet tall  Here she comes, Lord help us all    Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend  Done slapped him outta 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 ya wanna swing along    Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong  And ooo 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  It ain't right to hate her  For workin' that moneymaker    Band shuts down at two  But we're hangin' out til three  We'd 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 ooo 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    Oh, 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 ooo 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 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  (That honky tonk badonkadonk)  It ain't for the free whiskey, it's for the badonkadonk  (That honky tonk badonkadonk)      © MUSIC OF WINDSWEPT; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; BIG BORASSA MUSIC;    these lyrics are last corrected by trace akinds