Ol' Macdonald

Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O And on this farm there was a chick The 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 wiggles to spare Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O When she went walkin' into town, E-I-E-I-O The local gentry popped their eyes Tarnation, what a show With a goldang here and a goshdarn 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 the fellas came from miles around Just to see her do-si-do With a promenade here and a promenade there At a square dance, boy, this chick was no square Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O I used to be a travelling 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, ah-hah I asked MacDonald for her hand And Pappy hollered Go With a little curve here and a little wiggle there A goldang here and a goshdarn there A do-si-do here and a promenade there Got my own private county fair 'cause ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-O-I-O