Donald Where's Yer Troosers? Songtext
von Enter the Haggis

Well, I′d just come down from the Isle of Sky
And I'm very big and awfully shy
And the lassies shout as I go by,
′Donald, where's yer troosers?'

Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lasses shout,
′Hello!
Donald, where′s yer troosers?'

A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I might fall
Cause I was nae wearin′ troosers


Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lasses 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 wearing troosers

Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lasses shout,
'Hello!
Donald, where′s yer troosers?′

Well I was driving in my car
Went downtown to Kenny's Bar
Fifteen scotches, five cigars
And I left without my troosers


(Spoken)
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lasses shout,
′Hello!
Donald, where's yer troosers?′

Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
'Donald, where′s yer troosers?'

(Police Officer)
'Scuse me.
Sir?
You, on the bicycle.
Would you pull over to the side of the road, please?
Have you had anything to drink tonight, sir?
Mmhmm.
And what happened to your pants?