uhoh..she gets drunk like this and those boy shorts will be off in no time.. naked dancing on the bar shortly!!!

vicet dorn bik
BIK BIK
uncha disk foo
FOO FOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lmfao @ chris...too funny

<----is screaming out what he just wrote
and means it

FOOOOOOOOOOO FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

what boy shorts.. lol.. string bikini

oh my!! the tequila has gone to her head!!!!!!!!! Another song miss dana???!! make it something we can shake our a$$ too!! Bar dancing in 5.......4........3........2........

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)

[Thanks to beachgirl3030@hotmail.com, Turkey1151@aol.com for lyrics]

[ More Adkins Trace Lyrics ]

<-can't wait
jumps on the bar and starts rambling about how a shooting star fell in his TEq

holds bottle....watches the ladies

hey chris.. does the tequila have a worm

no
it's 1800
lmao

You get on the bar but wont dance with us?? sheeesh

Keep watchin grannit..this is where things get interesting hunny!!

ooppss damn string bikinis.. strings broke.. no more bikini


damnit chris.. i wanted to suck the worm out of your bottle

starsts listneing to Coolio 1...2...3...4...
and can't take it jumps on the bar and starts dancing
lmao
owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

woohooo Chris

Dana...my my my...*hands her a sheet from the toga party*

uuuumm im behavin for a change lol

im watching sexy lady

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
FOOOOOOOOOOOO
FOOOOOOOOOOOOO
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thanks sis..

was a titty bit nipply

You keep away from my bottle Dana
lmao
you already stole the good ****
lmao