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!