Donald Where's Yer Trousers

Well, I just come down from the Isle of sky

I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy

The lasses shout as I go by "Donald, where's your troosers?"

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets in a kilt I go

All the lasses shout hello

Donald Where's yer troosers?

A lassie took me to the ball

And it was slippery in the hall

I was afraid that I would fall

Cause I was'nae wearin' troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets in a kilt I go

All the lasses shout hello

Donald Where's yer troosers?

To wear the kilt is my delight

I'm never wrong 'cause I'm always right

The highlanders would get a fright

If they saw me wearin' troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets in a kilt I go

All the lasses shout hello

Donald Where's yer troosers?

Well, I was drivin' in my car

Went downtown to Kenny's bar

Fifteen Scotches, five cigars

And I left without my troosers

Let the wind blow high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets in a kilt I go

All the lasses shout hello

Donald Where's yer troosers?

Let the wind blow high!

Let the wind blow low...

Through the streets in a kilt I go...

Donald, where's yer troosers..?