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 
gol-dang here and a gosh darn there 
do-si-do here and a promenade there 
I got my own private county fair 
Ol' MacDonald had a farm E-I-O-I-

Ol' MacDonald had a farm E-I-O-I-
That's right, MacDonald! It's all or nothin', baby!