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Donald, where’s yer troosers?

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Published by Kaputnik at 2009-12-29
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  • humor and satire
  • random-ness
Tags
  • celtic
  • lyric
  • music
  • shotish

Almost the whole day today I’ve been reciting a particular song in my head for no reason whatsoever. It has something catchy to it.

I first came across it when I was watching the “Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles” series’ final episode.

Some variation to the original tune by me:

I just came down from the Isle of Skye,
I’m not very big but I’m awful shy.
All the lassies cry as I walk by
“Donald, where’s yer troosers?”

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go
All the lassies cry, “Hello!”, sayin,
“Donald, where’s yer troosers?”

I went down to London town,
To have a little fun in the underground
All the
lassies turned their heads around, sayin,
“Donald, where’s yer troosers?”

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go
All the lassies cry, “Hello!”, sayin,
“Donald, where’s yer troosers?”

The lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
You cannae put the breeks on a highland man, sayin,
“Donald, where’s yer troosers?”

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