Do you have a badonkadonk?
Yeah, you read that right.
I have heard the most frightful song. It is the Trace Adkins song about hoochie asses. I sort of freeze up and feel like my ears must be deceiving me when I hear it. Badonkadonk. How bizarre? Then, there is a line about Donkey Kong that always throws me off, too. However, AoD likes the video. I mean, it is about hoochie asses. Go figure. Have fun with these lyrics.
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)
I have heard the most frightful song. It is the Trace Adkins song about hoochie asses. I sort of freeze up and feel like my ears must be deceiving me when I hear it. Badonkadonk. How bizarre? Then, there is a line about Donkey Kong that always throws me off, too. However, AoD likes the video. I mean, it is about hoochie asses. Go figure. Have fun with these lyrics.
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)
5 Comments:
At 8:48 AM, April 24, 2006,
Anonymous said…
Get this... there's a dance instructor at Nick's who taught us a line dance to it last year. First time I'd ever heard the song. And I'd never heard the expression.
Hubby had, though. I swear, for a geek he definitely knows his euphemisms, pop culture references, etc., and just in general he's a walking encyclopedia. Maybe his attraction to a silly blonde was his way of coming back to center.
After all, there is a balance in the universe. "Divine Order", right? :-)
At 9:06 PM, April 24, 2006,
Rachelle Jones said…
please pull the fork out of my eye......NOw
At 9:55 PM, April 24, 2006,
Anonymous said…
my nephew picked up my pink cowboy hat, put it on and said, "aunt lala, do you have a badonkadonk?", he is four, and has three teenage sisters..., i said, "hell yea, I have a badonkadonk, it's large, but I have one...", he grinned and then asked for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...
At 9:33 AM, April 25, 2006,
Army of Mom said…
Armywife, you have it wrong. It is a fork in your ear, so you don't have to hear it.
The lyrics are so stupid that it makes me want to cringe when I beebop to the catchy little tune. It just always makes me get a blank look on my face, though, when he gets to the Donkey Kong line. That one, for some reason, throws me off as much or more than the slap your grandma line.
and, LaLa, I'm scared that the little kiddo knows what a badonkadonk is. Does he know?
At 7:34 PM, April 28, 2006,
Anonymous said…
Wow and they say the art of songwriting is dead in Nashville.
-BT
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