Donald Where's Your Trousers

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?