Donald, Where’s Your Trousers?

I've just come down from the isle of Skye
I'm no very big an' I'm awfully shy
The lassies say as I go by
Donald where's 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 trousers

Now I went to a fancy ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I might fall
For I hadnae on me 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 trousers

Now I went down to London town
To have a little fun on the underground
The ladies turn 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 trousers

The lassies love me every one
But let them catch me if they can
You cannae take the breeks off a Hielan' man
Donald where's 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 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 trousers