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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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Ooh, 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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Husslers shootin' eightball |
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Throwin' darts at the wall |
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Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall |
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Here she comes, Lord help us all |
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Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta 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 |
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Make ya wanna swing along |
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Got it goin' on |
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Like Donkey Kong |
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And whoo-wee |
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Shut my mouth, slap your grandma |
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There outta be a law |
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Get the Sheriff on the phone |
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Lord have mercy, how's 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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You ain't gotta 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 |
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Like Donkey Kong |
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And whoo-wee |
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Shut my mouth, slap your grandma |
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There outta be a law |
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Get the Sheriff on the phone |
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Lord have mercy, how's 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 bout 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 |
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Like Donkey Kong |
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And whoo-wee |
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Shut my mouth, slap your grandma |
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There outta be a law |
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Get the Sheriff on the phone |
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Lord have mercy, how's 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'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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It's for the badonkadonk) |