Lyrics Donny Osmond – Old Man Auctioneer

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

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.