Lyrics:

The Fiddles Are Squeakin'
the Guitars Are Speakin'
the Piano Plays A Jelly-Roll
the Man On The Drum Is Out From Dumb
and The Bassman - He Plays From His Soul
the Tables Are Quakin'
and Your Nerves Are Shakin'
but You Keep On 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
and There's A Fat Bartender
who's 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 Thing 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

your Payday's Saturday
you're Broke On Sunday
come Monday, You're Feelin' Sore
you Got Big Black Eyes That You Pick Up
from A Little Guy The Night Before
so You Swear Off To Drinkin'
but When You Get To Thinkin'
'bout The Good Times You Had, Oh Lord
so Keep A Havin' Your Fun
you Lucky Son Of A Gun
on A Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor
on A Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor