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, right, left. Hustlers shooting eight ball. Throwing darts at the wall. Leaning down there ten feet tall. Here she comes, Lord, help us all. OTW's girlfriend unslapped him out his chair. Poor old boy, it ain't his fault. It's so hard not to stare at that honky-tonk. But donky-tonk. Keeping perfect rhythm, make you wanna swing along. Got it going on like Donkey Kong. And ooh, 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 branches on? That honky-tonk. But donky-tonk. Ooh, but donky-tonk. Now, honey, you can't blame her for what her mama gave her. Don't try to hate her for working that money-maker. Branch is down at two, but we're hanging out till three. We hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave. With that honky-tonk. But donky-tonk. Keeping perfect rhythm, make you wanna swing along. Got it going on like Donkey Kong. And ooh, 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 branches on? With that honky-tonk. But donky-tonk. Donk, but donky-tonk. Oh, that's what I'm talking about right there, honey. That honky-tonk. But donky-tonk. This is her favorite song, you know that, right? You know that, right? Money-maker. You know that, right? Oh, sure. We don't care about the drinking. Barely listen to the band. Our hands, they start to shake. And then she gets the urge to dance. Driving everybody crazy. You think you fell in love. Boy, you better keep your distance. You can look, but you can't touch. That honky-tonk. But donky-tonk. Keeping perfect rhythm, make you wanna swing along. Like Donkey Kong. And ooh-wee, 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 branches on? That honky-tonk. But donky-tonk. Yeah, that honky-tonk. But donky-tonk. That honky-tonk. That's it right there, boys. But donky-tonk. That's why we do what we do. It ain't for the money. It ain't for the glory. Honky-tonk. It ain't for the free whiskey. Donky-tonk. It's for the, but donky-tonk. Honky-tonk. Honky-tonk. Honky-tonk.