| Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O | 
| And on this farm there was a chick | 
| The 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 wiggles to spare | 
| Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O | 
| When she went walkin' into town, E-I-E-I-O | 
| The local gentry popped their eyes | 
| Tarnation, what a show | 
| With a «goldang"here and a «goshdarn"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 the fellas came from miles around | 
| Just to see her do-si-do | 
| With a promenade here and a promenade there | 
| At a square dance, boy, this chick was no square | 
| Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O | 
| I used to be a travelling 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, ah-hah | 
| I asked MacDonald for her hand | 
| And Pappy hollered «Go!» | 
| With a little curve here and a little wiggle there | 
| A «goldang"here and a «goshdarn"there | 
| A do-si-do here and a promenade there | 
| Got my own private county fair | 
| 'cause ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-O-I-O! |