Donald Wheres Your Trousers

Ive just come down from the Isle of Skye
Im no very big and Im awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, wheres your troosers?
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, Ill go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, wheres your troosers?
A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I would fall
For I had nae on my troosers
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, Ill go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, wheres your troosers?
Now I went down to London Town
And I had some fun in the underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying, Donald, where are your trousers?
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, Ill go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, wheres your troosers?
To wear the kilt is my delight
It is not wrong, I know its right
The Highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me in the trousers
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, Ill go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, wheres your troosers?
The lassies want me every one
Well, let them catch me if they can
You can not take the breaks off a Highland man
And I dont wear the troosers
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, Ill go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, wheres your troosers?
Donald, wheres your troosers?
Donald, wheres your troo...
Oh, well, thats the way we sing the song in Scotland
But of course the song might have more international appeal
Sung something like this
One, two, three, four
Well, Ive just come down from the Isle of Skye
Im not very big and Im awful shy
The lassies shout when I go by
Hey, Donald, wheres your troosers?
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, Ill go
All the lassies shout, go, go
Hey, Donald, wheres your troosers?
Oh, man, Im all rock and roll
And Im a-moving and a-grooving to save my soul
Grab your kilt and go, go, go
Hey, Donald, wheres your troosers?
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, Ill go
Oh, yeah, go, go, go
Hey, Donald, wheres your troosers?
Hey, Donald, wheres your troosers?
Yeah, hey, Donald
Hey, just a minute, what are you doing there?
(Man, Im rocking it, man, man, Im really moving it, man)
Well just you stop rocking it and moving it, man
The song should be sung just exactly like this
Ive just come down from the Isle of Skye
Im not very big and Im awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, wheres your troosers?
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, Ill go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, wheres your troosers?
Donald, wheres your troosers?