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Shakin Baby Boy
His Honky Tonk Badonkadonk lyrics by Shyshelby

Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is his favorite song
You know that, right?
So, if we play it good and loud
he might get up and dance again
Oh, he put his drink down
Here he comes, here he comes
Left left, left right left
Whoo
Hustlers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 feet tall
Here he comes, Lord help us all
man his boyfriend baby boy done slaped dude outta his chair
Poor ol' 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 ooo wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how does he even get them britches on?
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 workin' that moneymaker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out til three
We'd hate to see him go
But love to watch him leave


With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooo wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how does he even get them britches on?
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Oh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey
We don't care about the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When he 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 ooo 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
well we gotta go as he pulls up his sleave
we know whats about to happen when he starts leave with that
honky tonk badonkdonk
well guys lets go before baby boy starts to get up again

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