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