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?