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!