Ol' MacDonald
Ol' MacDonald had a farm, ee eye ee eye oh
And on this farm there was a chick, prettiest 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 walkin' 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 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, man this chick's no square
Ol' MacDonald had a farm, ee eye ee eye oh
I used to be a travelin' man, ee eye 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 happy 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 oh ho aay
Ol' MacDonald had a farm, ee eye oh hi aay
That's right MacDonald, it's all or nothin' baby