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 macdonalds place things were mighty slow
With a little chick here and a little chick there
I didnt have a real chick anywhere
Ol macdonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o

This farmers 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!!