Терминатор: Хроники Сары Коннор - Donald Where's Your Trousers

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

Let the wind blow high let the wind blow low 
Through the streets in my kilt I'll 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Donald, where's your trousers?