Ol Macdonald - 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.