Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Donald Where's Your Trousers, artist - Andy Stewart. Date of issue: 15.01.2017
Song language: English
Donald Where's Your Trousers |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Donald, where’s your troosers |