Lyrics:
o'their tails was a waggin'
Under the old horse-shoe
That night the animals fell off the wagon
And a tractor or two
Well they was out in
boy up to god
By a bitch
I'm on that silly shii
Old McDonalds
Had a farm
But that bitch there
On some scary shit
I can't fuck wit her
That hoe a lame
We
a dirt and sweat cowboy
Livin' on beef steak and beans
I ain't to hard to please but Mister you better believe
I ain't never had no use for farm machines
My boss man been trippin' lately
(I don't give a fuck)
My old lady been trippin' lately
(I don't give a fuck)
Bill collectors been trippin'
farm
I’m gonna ship out this legacy
I can’t take it anymore
'Cause it’s a hundred years old, this curse
It was started by my kin
Buried all around me,
growed up, MacDonald is the surname
You get old quick when every
Night is like your birthday, bitch
Old, oh before my time
Old, oh before my time oh, oh,
and a redneck man
The lady I love loves silk and satin
She was raised uptown with a silver spoon
Well, I was born on a farm just south of Jackson
We had
Well I heard he needed some help on the farm
Somebody with a truck and two strong arms
Not scared of dirt and willin' to work
Till the sun goes down
There's a little white note on a gate by the road
That a man put up yesterday
And when we saw it we all ran out
Just to see what it had to say
then I leave
Had a farm back in the day but now I don't
Now we have a pony and I wanna get p'wned
Yeah we gotta a p'wnage ownage pranks
Yeah we gotta get
no one harmed
Cimarron County's a wasteland now
Buried the goat and the cow
Dug the tractor outta the sand
First with a shovel, then by hand
Broke
it caused some tears
But more to the point of our story
For The first time in the collective memory,
That old brown prairie that had been so dry for so
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
Old McDonald had a farm but that was long ago
And the farm he has today
Well it's a little different than the one we used to know
Well the good
world
bad and beautiful and strange
monkeys dancing in a cage
but what the hell
hello cruel world
venus demilo grew an arm
and old macdonald bought
Sykes
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
(Band')
"The old days were the best",
said you ain't no freak
You about to prove him wrong
Got an ass like a horse
Old MacDonald had a farm
And I know I drive you crazy
But I never steer you
It's a metal stampede
Metal stampede
Yeee-hawww
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-i-e-i-fuckin-o
Put your pedal to the metal
Metal stampede
here
Has had the same last name for a hundred years
And it never looked better than it does right now with you
My little farm girl, by the barn girl
old fashion shoe
Found his daddy's hat
And he found little Muley and Muley said
They've been tractored out by the cats
They've been tractored out by
You could love again if you walk my way, like them good old days
We can roll in mud by the haystack, riding horses till we make it back
Those
farther than mars space stations
Old Macdonald had a farm with some chickens
Young Walt had a plan, in the beginning it was written
As a youngling in
(Old MacDonald had a farm)
Try to lay your head down now my darling
Try to lay your head down now my darling
Even though the sun is shining
(The more
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
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