The fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin' And the pi-ano plays a jelly-roll The man on the drum is far from dumb And the bassman he plays from his soul The tables are quakin' and yer nerves are shakin' But you keep on beggin' for more You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hardwood floor On a honkytonk hardwood floor On a honky tonk hardwood floor You keep a-havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hard wood floor Solo: There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy And she don't sell soda-pop 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 the gal that you a-dore You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hardwood floor Chorus Your 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 be-fore So you swear off the drinkin' but when you get to thinkin' ’bout the good times you had, ga-lore You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hardwood floor Chorus