The fiddles're squeekin' the guitars're speakin' the piano plays a jelly-roll   The man on the drum is out from dumb and the bassman he plays from his soul   The tables're quakin' and your nerves're shakin' but you keep on beggin' for more   You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor   On a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floor   You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor      There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy and she don't sell soda pop   And there's a fat bartender who's there to serve you if you really wanna blow your top   If you got no money then there's a little honey she's a thing that you adore   You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor   On a honky tonk hardwood floor      Your payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday come Monday you're feelin' saur   You got big black eyes that you pick up from little from a little guy the night before   So you swear off off to drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'   Bout the goodtimes you had oh Lord   So keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor   On a honky tonk hardwood floor