Ol' McDonald
Composer(s): Keith; Spence; Bergman
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



Ol' MacDonald had a farm, ee-yi-ee-yi-ooo
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