Well, I just come down from the isle of sky

I’m not very big and I’m awfully shy

The lbumes 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 lbumes shout hello

Donald where’s yer troosers?

A lbumie 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 lbumes 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 lbumes 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 lbumes 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..?