Donald Where's Your Troosers

I've just come down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where's your troosers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's 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, I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's 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, I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?

To wear the kilt is my delight
It is not wrong, I know it's 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, I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's 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 don't wear the troosers

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?
Donald, where's your troosers?
Donald, where's your troo...

Oh, well, that's 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, I've just come down from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awful shy
The lassies shout when I go by
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I'll go
All the lassies shout, go, go
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers?

Oh, man, I'm all rock and roll
And I'm a-moving and a-grooving to save my soul
Grab your kilt and go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I'll go
Oh, yeah, go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers?
Hey, Donald, where's your troosers?
Yeah, hey, Donald

Hey, just a minute, what are you doing there?
(Man, I'm rocking it, man, man, I'm really moving it, man)
Well just you stop rocking it and moving it, man
The song should be sung just exactly like this

I've just come down from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where's your troosers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?

Donald, where's your troosers?