Ol' MacDonald

Ol' MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O
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 E-I-E-I-O

And oh, this chick, she had a walk E-I-E-I-O
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 E-I-E-I-O

When she went walking into town E-I-E-I-O
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 E-I-E-I-O

There was a barn dance Saturday night E-I-E-I-O
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 E-I-E-I-O

I used to be a travelin' man E-I-O
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 E-I-E-I-O

This farmer's daughter knocked me out E-I-E-I-O
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 E-I-O-I-A

Ol' MacDonald had a farm E-I-O-I-A
That's right, MacDonald! It's all or nothin', baby!