Karaoké Donald Where's Your Troosers? Andy Stewart

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

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

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 cannot take the breaks of 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

Uh one

Uh two

Uh 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

Uh where's your troosers

Let the wind blow hi-high

Let the wind blow low

Through the streets in my kilt I'll go

All the lassies shout Go go

Hey Donald

Uh 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

Uh 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