Old Macdonald had my farm. We raised a kid, we built a barn
And after all this time, I would still catch him lyin'
Macdonald would cook the meals every time that I think about it it gives me the feels.
He knew his way around reels would catch every fish in the deep blue sea but eels.
I knew he'd follow through, and break my heart in two.
He took our kid and left me here, in this farm leavin' me With nothin in my sorry arms.
With a moo moo there
And an oink oink there
Everywhere. With a, a neigh neigh here and a bark bark there.
A fox, it runs through the fields it hops. My Sweet baby chickens, they pop, leaving me With a sad, pile of feathers Nothing in my hands, but excess leathers.
Old Macdonald had my farm and Old Macdonald tore it apart Old Macdonald had my farm and left me here, all alone.