Ol macdonald

Ol' macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.
and on this farm there was a chick, the purdiest 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-yi-ee-yi-ooo.
and, oh, this chick she had a walk, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.
and how this walk would drive 'em wild, swingin' to and fro.
with a little wiggle here and a little wiggle there,
man this chicks had wiggles to spare.
ol' macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.
when she went walkin' in the town, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo,
the local gentry popped their eyes, tarnation, what a show.
with a gol dang here and a gosh darn there,
heaven's to betsy, i do declare!
ol' macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.
there was a barn dance saturday night, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.
and the fellas came from miles around just to see her do-see-do.
with a promenade here and a promenade there, at a square dance boy,
this chick was no square. ol' macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo.
i used to be a travelin' man, eeeee-yi-ooo.
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-yi-ee-yi-ooo.
this farmer's daughter knocked me out, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo. (ah -hah!)
i asked macdonald for her hand and pappy hollered: "go".
with a little curve here and a little curve there,
a goll dang here and a gosh darn there,
a do-see-do here and a promenade there,
got my own private county fair.
that ol' macdonald had a farm, ee-yi-oo ii-ooooooo.