Donald, Where’s Your Trousers?
This one is just plain fun...

Am
I just got in from the Isle of Skye
G
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
Am
The ladies shout as I go by  "Donald where's your trousers?"

Chorus:
Am
Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low,
G
As down the street in my kilt I go
Am
And all the ladies say hello.  "Donald where's your trousers?"

2. A lady took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I would fall
'Cause I didn't have on my trousers
Chorus:
 
3. They'd like to wed me everyone
Just let them catch me if they can
You canna put the brakes on a highland man
Who doesn't like wearing trousers.
  Chorus:

4. To wear the kilt is my delight,
It isn't wrong, I know it's right.
The highlanders would get afright
If they saw me in trousers.
Chorus:

5. Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw
I had no handkerchief at all
So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blow,
Now you can't do that with trousers.
Chorus:
 
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