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' eight ball

　　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'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 outta 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 outta 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'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)