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keith anderson xxl
Well, Mamma was exhausted after she had me.
Took two nurses to hold me an' one nurse to slap me.
Doctor turned Mamma an' he shook his head,
Wiped the sweat off his brow an' then he said:
"This boy's way off the charts as far as I can tell.
"Ooh, brrr, Mamma: he's a double XL."
By the second grade, I was five foot two;
Fifth grade, I was wearin' a size 12 shoe.
Eighth grade, I was shoppin' at the Big & Tall,
An' the coaches had me playin' High School football.
Uncle Roy said: "Boy, you'll make the NFL:
"Ooh, brrr, son you're a double XL."
Double XL, double XL.
Don't call me on the 'phone, just ring my dinner bell.
Double XL, double XL.
I'm a lean mean love machine that likes to be held.
Ooh, brrr, baby: I'm a double XL.
Here we go.
Country cuties in Texas, string bikinis in Florida;
Barbie dolls drivin' Lexus' out in California:
A skinny little pretty boy ain't what they wanna hold.
They want a real man with meat on his bones.
I'll yank their yankees, ring their southern bells:
They say: "Ooh, brrr, we love a double XL."
Double XL, double XL.
Don't call me on the 'phone, just ring my dinner bell.
Double XL, double XL.
I'm a lean mean love machine that likes to be held.
Ooh, brrr, baby: I'm a double XL.
Instrumental Break.
(Double XL solo.)
Well, double XL, double XL.
Don't call me on the 'phone, just ring my dinner bell.
Double XL, double XL.
I'm a lean mean love machine that likes to be held.
Ooh, brrr, baby: I'm a double XL.
Well if you have any doubts, come see for yourself,
Why all the girls love a double XL.
Ooh, brrr, yeah: I'm a double XL.
Yeah, oh whoa.
Triple X-L, too.
Honky Tonk Badonkadonk
by Trace Adkins
album: Songs About Me (2005)
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
It ain't right to 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]
Well, Mamma was exhausted after she had me.
Took two nurses to hold me an' one nurse to slap me.
Doctor turned Mamma an' he shook his head,
Wiped the sweat off his brow an' then he said:
"This boy's way off the charts as far as I can tell.
"Ooh, brrr, Mamma: he's a double XL."
By the second grade, I was five foot two;
Fifth grade, I was wearin' a size 12 shoe.
Eighth grade, I was shoppin' at the Big & Tall,
An' the coaches had me playin' High School football.
Uncle Roy said: "Boy, you'll make the NFL:
"Ooh, brrr, son you're a double XL."
Double XL, double XL.
Don't call me on the 'phone, just ring my dinner bell.
Double XL, double XL.
I'm a lean mean love machine that likes to be held.
Ooh, brrr, baby: I'm a double XL.
Here we go.
Country cuties in Texas, string bikinis in Florida;
Barbie dolls drivin' Lexus' out in California:
A skinny little pretty boy ain't what they wanna hold.
They want a real man with meat on his bones.
I'll yank their yankees, ring their southern bells:
They say: "Ooh, brrr, we love a double XL."
Double XL, double XL.
Don't call me on the 'phone, just ring my dinner bell.
Double XL, double XL.
I'm a lean mean love machine that likes to be held.
Ooh, brrr, baby: I'm a double XL.
Instrumental Break.
(Double XL solo.)
Well, double XL, double XL.
Don't call me on the 'phone, just ring my dinner bell.
Double XL, double XL.
I'm a lean mean love machine that likes to be held.
Ooh, brrr, baby: I'm a double XL.
Well if you have any doubts, come see for yourself,
Why all the girls love a double XL.
Ooh, brrr, yeah: I'm a double XL.
Yeah, oh whoa.
Triple X-L, too.
Honky Tonk Badonkadonk
by Trace Adkins
album: Songs About Me (2005)
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
It ain't right to 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]