I've posted this before, but it deserves repeating.
Donald, Where's Your Trousers?
I just got in from the Isle of Skye,
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy.
The ladies shout as I go by
"Donald, where's your trousers?"
Chorus:
Let the winds blow high,
Let the winds blow low,
Down the street in my kilt I go.
And all the ladies say "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
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:
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:
To wear the kilt is my delight,
It isn't wrong, I know it's right.
The Highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me in trousers!
Chorus:
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 x 2: