I'm a honkytonk man and I can't seem to stop
I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
But when my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone
Hollerin, "Hey-hey, mama can your [bad word] home?"

I'm livin' fast an'  a-dangerously
But I've got plenty [bad word] 
When the [bad word] up and the sun goes down
That's when I wanna see the lights of town

'Cause I'm a honkytonk man and I can't seem to stop
I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
But when my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone
Hollerin', "Hey-hey, mama can your [bad word] home?"

I'm a honkytonk man and I can't seem to stop
I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
But when my money's all gone I'm on the telephone
Hollerin', "Hey-hey, mama can your [bad word] home?"

It takes a pretty little gal and a jug of wine
That's what it takes to make a honkytonk, mine
With the juke box a-moanin', a honkytonk sound
That's when I wanna lay my money down

'Cause I'm a honkytonk man and I can't seem to stop
I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
But when my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone
Hollerin', "Hey-hey, mama can your [bad word] home?"