About the song
There are country songs that tell stories, and then there are those that capture moments—snapshots of life that feel so vivid you can almost smell the beer on the bar floor and hear the boots scuffing across it. “Honky Tonk Badonkadonk” by Trace Adkins falls firmly into that second category. Released in 2005, this track quickly became a defining hit for Trace Adkins, one of country music’s most recognizable baritone voices. But beyond the initial shock of its cheeky title lies a song that cleverly walks the line between satire and celebration of Southern bar culture.
At first glance, the lyrics seem built solely for fun—there’s swagger, flirtation, and plenty of playful objectification. Yet “Honky Tonk Badonkadonk” is more than just a novelty hit. It’s a reflection of a particular moment in country music where traditional twang collided with mainstream swagger. With pounding bass, electric guitar riffs that flirt with hip-hop energy, and a rhythm designed to get every bar in Nashville moving, this song marked Adkins’ boldest venture into crossover territory.
For fans of classic country, the track may feel like a departure—but that’s precisely what makes it fascinating. Trace Adkins, a man known for deep, heartfelt ballads and patriotic anthems, here embraces the rowdy spirit of the honky-tonk in a way that’s both tongue-in-cheek and surprisingly self-aware. It’s almost as if he’s winking at us through the speakers, knowing exactly how absurd (and how irresistible) this track is.
And let’s be honest—“Honky Tonk Badonkadonk” isn’t just a song. It’s an experience. Whether you’re laughing, tapping your boots, or rolling your eyes (lovingly), it reminds us that country music still knows how to have a damn good time.
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Lyrics
Turn it up someAlright boys, this is her favorite songYou know that, right?So, if we play it good and loudShe might get up and dance againOhh, she put her beer downHere she comes, here she comesLeft, left, left right leftWooHustlers shootin’ eight ballThrowin’ darts at the wallFeelin’ damn near ten feet tallHere she comes, Lord help us allOl’ T.W.’s girlfriend done slapped him out his chairPoor ole boy, it ain’t his faultIt’s so hard not to stareAt that honky tonk badonkadonkKeepin’ perfect rhythm, make ya wanna swing alongGot it goin’ on like Donkey KongAnd whoo-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandmaThere oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phoneLord have mercy, how’d she even get them britches onThat honky tonk badonkadonk(Aww son)Now Honey, you can’t blame herFor what her mama gave herIt ain’t right to hate herFor workin’ that money-makerBand shuts down at twoBut we’re hangin’ out ’til threeWe hate to see her goBut love to watch her leaveWith that honky tonk badonkadonkKeepin’ perfect rhythmMake ya wanna swing alongGot it goin’ on like Donkey KongAnd whoo-wee shut my mouth, slap your grandmaThere oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phoneLord have mercy, how’d she even get them britches onWith that honky tonk badonkadonk(Ooh, that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout right there, honey)We don’t care about the drinkin’Barely listen to the bandOur hands, they start a shakin’When she gets the urge to danceDrivin’ everybody crazyYou think you fell in loveBoys, you better keep your distanceYou can look but you can’t touchThat honky tonk badonkadonkKeepin’ perfect rhythmMake ya wanna swing alongGot it goin’ on like Donkey KongAnd whoo-wee, shut my mouth, slap your grandmaThere oughta be a law, get the Sheriff on the phoneLord have mercy, how’d she even get them britches onThat honky tonk badonkadonkThat honky tonk badonkadonkYeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk(That honky tonk badonkadonk)That’s it, right there boys, that’s why we do what we doIt ain’t for the money, it ain’t for the glory, it ain’t for the free whiskeyIt’s for the badonkadonk(That honky tonk badonkadonk)