Honky Tonk Zone

You pull up in your Harley
Thinkin’ I’m gonna be sorry.
Boy, you’ve got it all wrong.

You in your t-shirt with the torn off sleeves
Believing biker boy that you’re much tougher than me
Oh, go back where you belong…


You’re on the wrong side of the line
Leave your little bad news brothers behind
And come on in- if you dare the unknown
Whoa – yeah You’ve entered the honky tonk zone

Oh Little Mr. Preppy
Never try to test me
I always know what to say.

Your simple yuppie dress – Abercrombie and Fitch
Never owed a dime cause you’re daddy’s so rich
Oh preppy boy, get out of my way.


You’re on the wrong side of the line
Leave your little brand-name Beamer behind
And come on in- if you dare the unknown
Whoa – yeah You’ve entered the honky tonk zone

Oh Mrs. Johnson
Mom to Taylor Thompson
Life is such an organized mess

You’re selling Tupperwear and cleaning the house.
Running PTA and pleasing your spouse.
Oh please, it’s time for a rest!

You’re on the wrong side of the line
Leave your perfect mother mayhem behind
And come on in- welcome to your unknown
Whoa – yeah You’ve entered the honky tonk zone

Whoa – come on over – the wrong side of the line
Leave all your inhibitions behind
Take a litte trip to another place and time
Come on in – Welcome to the unknown
You’ve arrived – You’re still alive
You’ve entered the honky tonk zone

Girls – Get off the phone
And enter the honky tonk zone.

Dogs – grad your bone
And cross over to the honky tonk zone.

Everybody – you’re not alone
Come on now – take a vow – and stay wow in the honky tonk zone!!