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, 
goll dang here and a gosh darn there, 
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