Old Man Auctioneer - Donny Osmond

A well here we go again

Whaddaya gonna gimme for ‘em?

Ah, ah.

Five hundred twenty five.

Will ya' give me thirty.

Make it thirty bid-a-for-a

thirty

dollar, will ya give me thirty-five — five?

Make it forty.

Will ya gimme forty?

Will ya' gimme forty-five — five.

Make it fifty.

Will ya' gimme fifty?

Will ya'

gimme fifty-five — five — five — five — five?

Was a boy from Utah

Didn’t listen to his ma.

She said, «Better go to school»

He could see nothing wrong.

Sitting back all night long

Just to hear the old man auctioneer

Twenty-five dollar bid and then a thirty-dollar, thirty.

Will ya' gimme thirty, make it thirty bid-a-for-a thirty dollar?

Will ya gimme thirty who’ll a gimme a thirty dollar bid.

Gotta thirty dollar bid and then a thirty-five, will ya gimme thirty five to

make it

thirty five.

Will ya thirty five who’ll a bid that a thirty five dollar bid.

One day that old man died

Everybody, how they cried

Nobody could sing his funky song

He made his mother proud

When the boy shouted loud

I made the local auctioneer, he said

Thirty-five dollar bid and then a forty dollar forty.

Will ya' gimme forty,

make it

forty, bid a for a forty dollar, Will ya gimme forty, who’ll a gimme forty

dollar bid, got a forty dollar bid, and then a forty-five, will ya gimme

forty-five,

to make a forty-five, will ya forty-five, sold that hog for a forty five dollar

bill.