Real Mckenzies - Donald Where's Yer Troosers? Тексты

I've just come back from the Isle of Skye
Im no very big and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
"Donald where's yer troosers"

A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I would fall
Fur I wasnt wearin troosers

I was drivin in my car
Went on down to Kenny's bar
15 scotches 5 cigars
And I left without my troosers

To wear the kilt is my delight
Im never wrong cuz Im 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 my kilt I'll go
And all the lassies shout hello
"Donald where's yer troosers"