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
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 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?