Ol´ Mac Donald - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle & His Orchestra

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