Текст песни Donald Where's Your Troosers?

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

[CHORUS]

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

[Repeat CHORUS]

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

[Repeat CHORUS]

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

[Repeat CHORUS]

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

[Repeat CHORUS]

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
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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

(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

[Repeat CHORUS]

Donald, where's your troosers