Donald Where‘s Your Troosers?

　　Donald Where's Your Troosers - Andy Stewart

　　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

　　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 canna take the breaks

　　If 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 troosers

　　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

　　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

　　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