Honky Tonk Badonkadonk....What?!?
Hey everyone! Recently I made a comment on one of Waynes posts about country music and some "an(n)oynomus" person asked me, well actually Wayne, if I thought that people who listened to country music weren't Christians. A kind of stupid question, but I responded in kind by saying this...
''No Brianna isn't saying that people who listen to country music can't be a Christian. Who am I to judge the heart of another? Only God can do that. What I was trying to say...as Wayne so eloquently put it...the genre sucks, and no I wouldn't want something that is supposed to be a resemblance of God's beauty and majesty compared to songs about lost loves, whiskey lullabye's, someone shot my dog, and junk about tractors being sexy. It's so much deeper then that, or at least it should be. ''
To furture prove my point, here are some lyrics from a song my friend Preston sent me. He said it was the worst country song he ever heard. I would have to agree whole-heartedly, and do remember that these are only lyrics, the actual shock and horror really comes when you hear the song itself. So without further to do...Silly Songs With Larry.
Trace Adkins - Honky Tonk Badonkadonk
From the album "Songs About Me"
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
Aw she's pretty good now
Here she comes, here she comes
Left, left, left-right-left
Hustlers shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the walls
Feeling damn near 10 feet tall
Here she comes
Lord help us all
Old TW's girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
Poor old boy it ain't his fault it's so hard not to stare at that
Chorus:
Honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm make you wanna swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooo weeshut 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 britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk, aw son
Now honey you can't blame her for what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her for working that moneymaker
Band shuts down at two but we're hanging out 'til three
We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave with that
Repeat Chorus
Oh that's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there
We don't care about the drinkin', barely listen to band
Our hands they start to 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
Repeat Chorus
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
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
Well there it is. Enjoy. And, if you want the file for the song, email me the request and I would be happy to send it to you.
posted by Brianna @ 1:20 AM
9 Comments:
Trace Adkins deserves to have is tongue ripped out.
Hahahaha. I agree. But then again, who said nighty nite nanners? Oh yeah, that's right. That was...you.
Hey Brianna!
even though I do like country music, and listen to it, I will agree that some of it is messed up. And there def. is somethin' wrong with Trace Adkins. anyway, I like your blog site, your title is pretty cool. This is the first time I have been to it. Hope ya'll have fun this weekend!! ~Catherine
These lyrics are truly inspiring. Personally, the Donkey Kong part really spoke to me. Badonkadonk? Genius!
Now thats creative. Way to go Nichole.
Can't you just laugh a song meant to be funny? I think it is a light hearted funny song...leave it at that!
This is from a radio interview: Trace says he didn't know what a Badonkadonk was at first. "It's a hip-hop term, but once you listen to the song and hear it in context, you know exactly what it means. It's just a fun song," says Trace.
Personally, I like the song. It is up beat and would be a good line dancing song.
They lyrics may be kinda wacked, but listening to it you can't help but shake your badonkadonk!!
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