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