How'd She Even Get Them Britches on?? - March 09, 2006

For those of you not familiar with the term Badonkadonk...the UrbanDictionary.com defines it this way...


Badonkadonk


~An ‘ebonic’ expression for an extremely curvaceous female behind. Women who possess this feature usually have a small waist that violently explodes into a round and juicy posterior (e.g., 34c, 24, 38). Other characteristics would be moderately wide hips and a large amount of booty cleavage (i.e, depth of butt-crack).~

~an adjective used to described buttocks of exceptional quality and bounce.
That girl has a badonkadonk fo sure~

~A female's backside that is so mouth-wateringly delicious you find yourself masturbating to the image of it night after countless night; Is the ultimately highest compliment a woman's backside can receive.

~I'd like to jump into that girl's badonkadonk~



Okay, now that's out of the way...I'm off to The Arena at Gwinnett to go shake my badonkadonk all over the place at the Trace Adkins concert tonight. Nothing like a 6'5" man with a terrific voice (we'll overlook the fact that he's been either shot or stabbed by ALL of his wives) singing to you for a few hours. Craig Morgan is opening for him...should be a fun night. TRY not to miss me TOO much! (yeah right...a reprieve from long posts! :P)

I'll try to take lots of eye candy pictures for both the men AND ladies.

For anyone that hasn't heard this song...it's worth a listen to...you can find the MP3 at the link below. I have it as a ringtone...along with his "One Hot Mama". Fun songs!

Honkey Tonk Badonkadonk MP3


Honkey Tonk Badonkadonk 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'd 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'd 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'd 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)

Now, who's coming with me to shake their moneymaker?