honkytonk badonkadonk

[coppelia]

so i get in the car with one of my friends down here... and this is what she is singing along to...... all i have to say is wow.... hock:



Artist/Band: Adkins Trace
Lyrics for Song: Honky Tonk Badonkadonk
Lyrics for Album: Songs About Me
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' eightball
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'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
You ain't gotta 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's 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 bout 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's 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)

[GonzoStyle]

Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee

That's something i'd expect from a beastie boys song.

[The Jays]

i'm glad the country genre is embracing hip-hop. fuck those other white rock snobs

[Sir O]

Being southern is a disease.

[Mad]

I do believe inbreeding is the cause.

[Arpikarhu]

whenever i hear someone speak with a southern accent i automatically think that person is stupid. i am serious.

[The Jays]

is it because they talk slower? i forgive them for that, because I know New York folk like myself have the need to talk fast walk fast think fast and fuck fast. I just assume with all the time they have on their hands milking cows mowing hay and fucking daughters, it's easier to kill alot of time just by really getting the most out of the conversations. i'd likely kill myself if i lived in the south.

[Mad]

You'd be too busy fucking kin folk.

[The Jays]

like i said, i would kill myself if i lived in the south. theyd have me on some real strict shit, no sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked.

[TheGMANN]

All the new country music thats coming out now is seriously horrible.

The only remotely decent artist to come out lately has been Gretchen Wilson.....and thats remotely decent.

[The Jays]

hanging with the goodie goodies, lounging in paradise, fuck that shit, i wanna tote guns and shoot dice

[Sir O]

Come on G, don't even try to say you don't get down to Big and Rich and Coyboy Troy!

[TheGMANN]

AWFUL!

[Adolf]

hanging with the goodie goodies, lounging in paradise, fuck that shit, i wanna tote guns and shoot dice

I enjoy the preceeding line more:


God will probably have me on some real strict shit, no sleeping all day, no gettin' my dick licked.

[The Jays]

like i said, i would kill myself if i lived in the south. theyd have me on some real strict shit, no sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked.

[Adolf]

you musta gotten some bootleg version, cause that makes zero sense.

[The Jays]

of course it doesnt make sense. i'm stoned man!

[Adolf]

you're fucking up the lyrics you kook.

[The Jays]

all my life I've been considered as the worst, lying to my mother even stealing out her purse, crime after crime, from drugs to extortion, I know my mother wished she'd got a fucking abortion

[TheGMANN]

honkytonk badonkadonk

AKA....Maria's ass in chaps ?