Old MacDonald Had a Farm
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O And on this farm there was a chick The prettiest chick I know With a little curve here and a little curve there This chick she had curves everywhere Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O And, oh, this chick she had to walk, E-I-E-I-O And how this walk would drive 'em wild swinging to and 'fro With a little wiggle here and a little wiggle there Man, this chick had wiggles to spare Old 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 goldang here and a goshdarn there Heavens to Betsy I do declare OlD MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O There was a barn dance Saturday night, E-I-E-I-O And the fellows came from miles around Just to see her dosey-do With a promenade here and a promenade there At a square dance, boy, this chick was no square Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O I used to be a traveling man, E-I-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 Old 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, pop, he hollered "go!" With a little curve here and a little wiggle there A goldang here and a goshdarn there A dosey-do here and a promenade there Got my own private county fair 'Cause old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
Written by: FLORIAN BAUER, GABY CASPER, ACHIM OPPERMANN
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