Brobdingnagian Bards - Donald, Where's Your Trousers? lyrics

I just down from the Isle of Skye I'm no very big but I'm awful shy All the la**ies shout as I walk by "Donald, Where's Your Trousers?" Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low Through the streets in my kilt I go All the la**ies cry, "Hello! Donald, where's your trousers?" I went to a fancy ball It was slippery in the hall I was afeared that I may fall Because I nay had on trousers I went down to London town To have a little fun in the underground All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying "Donald, where's your trousers?" The la**ies love me every one But they must catch me if they can You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying "Donald, where's your trousers?"