Frank Sinatra - Old Macdonald

Ol’ mac donald 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
Ol’ mac donald 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
Ol’ mac donald 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
Ol’ mac donald 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
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
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 ol’ macdonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o