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Honky Tonk Badonkadonk
Trace Adkins Lyrics


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Turn it up son
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
Aw she's pretty good now
Here she comes, here she comes
Left, left, left-right-left

Hustlers shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the walls
Feeling damn near ten feet tall
Here she comes Lord help us all
Old TW'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 badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm make you want to swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooh well shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to 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,

Aww, son

Now honey you can't blame her for what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her for working that moneymaker
Band shuts down at two but we're hanging out 'til three
We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave with that

Honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm make you want to swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooh well shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to 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,

Aww, son
Oh that's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there

We don't care about the drinkin', barely listen to band
Our hands they start to 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

Honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm make you want to swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooh well shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to 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,

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

Overall Meaning

This song is a classic ode to the beauty and sexuality of women who frequent honky tonk bars. The opening lyrics set the scene, with a group of boys hoping to coax a woman onto the dance floor by playing her favorite song loud enough to entice her. The rest of the song is a description of the woman's assets and a celebration of her beauty. The singer notes how she can cause a stir simply by walking into the room, describing how even the usually stoic pool players and dart throwers can't help but stare. He notes that even when the bar is closing, everyone is still hoping to watch her leave, dancing and swaying to the music.


The lyrics are clearly objectifying, and the singer notes the way the woman is noticed and appreciated in the honky tonk setting. But the band also seems to acknowledge that this is just how things are in the honky tonk world. They take pride in being able to keep up with the woman's dance moves and in the way their music can facilitate her movements. However, they also warn that though she may be an object of desire, she is not to be touched: "Boys you better keep your distance, you can look but you can't touch."


Overall, the song plays to the image of honky tonks as rowdy drinking and dancing joints, and to the idea of women as objects of desire within that setting. The lyrics can be seen as both objectifying and celebratory, acknowledging the power and allure of the women who frequent honky tonks.


Line by Line Meaning

Turn it up son
Increase the volume of the music


Alright boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right?
Everybody knows this is her favorite song


So if we play it good and loud she might get up and dance again
Playing it loud might make her dance again


Aw she's pretty good now
She's a good dancer


Here she comes, here she comes
She's coming towards us


Left, left, left-right-left
She's walking left and right


Hustlers shootin' eight ball
People are playing pool


Throwin' darts at the walls
People are playing darts


Feeling damn near ten feet tall
People are feeling confident


Here she comes Lord help us all
She's coming and we need divine help


Old TW's girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
TW's girlfriend hit him so hard he fell out of his chair


Poor old boy it ain't his fault it's so hard not to stare at that
It's hard not to stare at her


Honky tonk badonkadonk
A woman with a curvy figure


Keepin' perfect rhythm make you want to swing along
The music makes you want to dance


Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
She's got a great figure


And ooh well shut my mouth, slap your grandma
An expression of amazement


There ought to be a law, get the sheriff on the phone
She's too attractive


Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on
Her jeans are very tight


Now honey you can't blame her for what her mama gave her
She can't help the way she looks


It ain't right to hate her for working that moneymaker
It's not fair to be upset with her for being attractive


Band shuts down at two but we're hanging out 'til three
The bar closes at 2:00 am, but we'll stay until 3:00 am


We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave with that
We love looking at her as she leaves


We don't care about the drinkin', barely listen to band
We're not here for the music or alcohol


Our hands they start to shakin' when she gets the urge to dance
We get excited when she starts dancing


Drivin' everybody crazy you think you fell in love
She's making everyone crazy, it feels like love


Boys you better keep your distance, you can look but you can't touch
Don't get too close to the woman


That honky tonk badonkadonk
Her curvy figure


That's it right there boys
That's what we're here for


That's why we do what we do
We're here for the woman with the curvy figure


It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory
We're not here for money or fame


It ain't for the free whiskey
We're not here for the alcohol


It's for the badonkadonk
We're here for the woman's curvy figure




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment
Written by: Dallas Davidson, Jamey Van Johnson, Randy Houser

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