Donald, Where's Your Trousers?

"Donald, Where's Your Trousers" lyrics Andy M. Stewart, music Neil Grant

Performed by Brobdingnagian Bards
From: Real Men Wear Kilts

I just down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big but I'm awful shy
All the lassies shout as I walk by,
"Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"

Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"

I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afeared that I may fall
Because I nay had on trousers

I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"

The lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
You canna put the brakes on a highland man, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"

Chords: KEY Am

[Am]I just down from the Isle of Skye
I'm [G]no very big but I'm awful shy
All the [Am]lassies shout as I walk by,
"Donald, [G]Where's Your [Am]Trousers?"

Background

"Brakes" are Scottish name for trousers or pants. And of course, this song is a humorous commentary on the kilts that the Scottish wear. For those who've heard the traditional version, we decided to change it to the Americanized "Trousers" instead of "Troosers" for better clarity for an American audience.

 

Donald, Where's Your Trousers Video

from A Faire to Remember CD by Brobdingnagian Bards