Am   E E7
Am   E E7

[Verse 1]
Am               F              Am
   Old MacDonald, sick of the farm
        F           Dm            E  E7
Wants a new life, a new place to go
           Dm                             Am
But if you strip away the consonants from reinvention
        F   E   Am
You get E-I-E-I-O

(Am) E7  Am  E7

[Verse 2]
Am                        F            Am
   Old MacDonald tried to give up the booze
         F          Dm         E  E7
Shoulda done this a long time ago
Dm                     Am
   Suck out the vowels of best intentions
        Bm      E  E7
You get E-I-E-I-O

[Bridge]
F                        C
  No more echoes on the farm
F                            C
  No more duck sounds in the air
F                           C
  There's a quack quack here
Dm                                 E7
   But there's no quack quack there

[Verse 3]
Am                                  F                Am
   Drunk on the insurance money from torching the farm
       F         Dm       E7
Old MacDonald gets a tattoo
     Dm                           Am
It's there on his arm amongst the skulls and the livestock
     Bm  E7  Am
It's E-I-E-I-O