Well, I just come down from the Isle of sky I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy The la**es shout as I go by "Donald, where's your troosers?" Let the wind blow high Let the wind blow low Through the streets in a kilt I go All the la**es shout hello Donald Where's yer troosers? A la**ie took me to the ball And it was slippery in the hall I was afraid that I would fall Cause I was'nae wearin' troosers Let the wind blow high Let the wind blow low Through the streets in a kilt I go All the la**es shout hello Donald Where's yer troosers? To wear the kilt is my delight I'm never wrong 'cause I'm always right
The highlanders would get a fright If they saw me wearin' troosers Let the wind blow high Let the wind blow low Through the streets in a kilt I go All the la**es shout hello Donald Where's yer troosers? Well, I was drivin' in my car Went downtown to Kenny's bar Fifteen Scotches, five cigars And I left without my troosers Let the wind blow high Let the wind blow low Through the streets in a kilt I go All the la**es shout hello Donald Where's yer troosers? Let the wind blow high! Let the wind blow low... Through the streets in a kilt I go... Donald, where's yer troosers..?