The fiddles're squeekin' the guitars're speakin'
The piano plays a jelly-roll
The man on the drums is far from dumb
And the bassman he plays from his soul
The tables're quakin' and your nerves're shakey
But you keep on a beggin' for more
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor

There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy
And she don't sell soda pop
Uh, there's a fat bartender who's there to serve you
If you really wanna blow your top
If you got no money then there's a little honey
She's a gal that you adore
So keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor

Well payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday
On Monday you're feelin' sore
You got two black eyes that you picked up
From a little guy the night before
Uh so you swear off a drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'
Bout the goodtimes you had... g' Lord
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor