Old McDonald had a Farm

Alright, thank ya, thank ya very much... now listen here, lil' darlin', I'm gonna sing this here farm ditty just the way The King woulda done it—slow, sultry, with that deep Southern drawl, a little hiccup here, and a little growl there. Old MacDonald had a faaaarm... E-i e-i o... (uh-huh, that's right, baby) And on that farm he had some chickens... E-i e-i o... (mm-hmm, feel that rhythm now) With a cluck-cluck here... (cluck-cluck... real tender-like) And a cluck-cluck there... (cluck-cluck... over yonder, honey) Here a cluck... there a cluck... Everywhere a cluck-cluck... (aw, shake it up now) Old MacDonald had a faaaarm... E-i e-i o... (thank ya, thank ya very much) Now lemme tell ya somethin', sugar... Old MacDonald had a faaaarm... E-i e-i o... (that's the way it is, uh-huh) And on that farm he had some dogs... E-i e-i o... (bow-wow, baby, bow-wow) With a woof-woof here... (woof-woof... deep down low) And a woof-woof-woof there... (woof-woof-woof... all shook up over there) Here a woof... there a woof... Everywhere a woof-woof... (mm-mm, can't help fallin' in love with that sound) Old MacDonald had a faaaarm... E-i e-i o... (one more time for the hound dogs, now) Thank ya, thank ya very much... y'all come back now, ya hear?