The Fiddles are squeaking,
the guitars are speaking,
the piano plays a jelly roll.
The man on the drums is far from dumb,
and the bass man,
he plays from his soul.
The tables are quaking
and your nerves are shaky,
but you keep on a -begging for more.
You keep a -having 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
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 sooty pot
Now, there's a fat bartender
who is there to serve you
if you really want to blow your top
If you got no money,
then there's a little honey,
she's a gal that you adore
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
Payday is 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
So you swear off the drinkin'
but when you get to thinkin'
About the good times you had before
You keep a -havin' your fun,
you lucky son of a gun
On a honky -tonk hardwood floor
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