Turn it up, son.All right, boys.This is her favorite song, you know that, right?So we play it good and loud.She might get up and dance again.Oh, she put her beard down.Here she comes, here she comes.Left, left, left, left, right, left.Hustlers shootin' eight ball.Throwin' darts at the wall.Feelin' down there ten feet tall.Here she comes, Lord help us all.O.T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him out his chair.Poor old boy, it ain't his fault.It's so hard not to stare at that honky-tonk.A-donk-a-donk.Keepin' perfect rhythm, make you wanna swang along.Got it goin' on.Like Donkey Kong.And ooh-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma.There oughta be a law, get the sheriff on the phone.Lord have mercy, how she even get them britches on.That honky-tonk.A-donk-a-donk.Ooh.A-donk-a-donk.Now, honey, you can't blame her for what her mama gave her.It ain't right to hate her for workin' that.Moneybaggit.Banjo's 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.A-donk-a-donk.Keepin' perfect rhythm, make you wanna swang along.Got it goin' on.Like Donkey Kong.And ooh-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma.There oughta be a law, get the sheriff on the phone.Lord have mercy, how she even get them britches on.With that honky-tonk.A-donk-a-donk.A-donk-a-donk.That honky-tonk.A-donk-a-donk.Ooh.This is her favorite song, you know that, right?You know that, right?Moneymaker.You know that, right?Oh, son.We don't care about the drinkingBarely listen to the bandOur hands, they start to shakingThen she gets the urge to danceDriving everybody crazyYou think you fell in loveBoy, you better keep your distanceYou can look, but you can't touchThat honky tonkBut donk a donkKeeping perfect rhythmMake you wanna swing alongGot it going onLike Donkey KongAnd ooh, he shut my mouthSlapped your grandmaThere ought to be a lawGet the sheriff on the phoneLord have mercyHow'd she even get them brushes onThat honky tonkBut donk a donkYeah, that honky tonkBut donk a donkThat honky tonkThat's it right there, boysThat's why we do what we doIt ain't for the moneyIt ain't for the gloryIt ain't for the free whiskeyIt's for theBut donk a donkThat honky tonkYou may be dreamingThat honky tonkBut donk a donkThat honky tonkThank you.