Old MacDonald

Ol' MacDonald had a farm ee-eye-ee-eye-oh

And on this farm there was a chick purtiest chick

I know with a little curve here

and a little curve there this chick,

she had curves everywhere

Ol' MacDonald had a farm ee-eye-ee-eye-oh

And oh, this chick, she had a walk ee-eye-ee-eye-oh

and how this walk would drive em wild swingin' to

and fro with a little wiggle here

and a little wiggle there man,

this chick had moves to spare

Ol' MacDonald had a farm ee-eye-ee-eye-oh

When she went walking into town ee-eye-ee-eye-oh

the local gentry popped their eyes tarnation!

What a show!

with a gol-dang here

and a gosh darn there

Heavens to Betsy, I do declare!

Ol' MacDonald had a farm ee-eye-ee-eye-oh

There was a barn dance Saturday night ee-eye-ee-eye-oh

and fellas came from miles around just to see her do-si-do

With a promenade here, and a promenade there at a square-dance,

man, this chick's no square

Ol' MacDonald had a farm ee-eye-ee-eye-oh

I used to be a travelin' man eeeee-eyeee--oh

until I hit MacDonald's place

things were mighty slow with a little chick here

and a little chick there

I didn't have a real chick anywhere

Ol' MacDonald had a farm ee-eye-ee-eye-oh

This farmer's daughter knocked me out ee-eye-ee-eye-oh

I asked MacDonald for her hand

and he hollered go with a little curve here

and a little wiggle there a gol-dang here

and a gosh darn there a do-si-do here

and a promenade there

I got my own private county fair

Ol' MacDonald had a farm ee-eye-ohhh hi- aaay

Ol' MacDonald had a farm ee-eye-ohhh hi- aaay

That's right, MacDonald! It's all or nothin', baby!