Терминатор: Хроники Сары Коннор - Donald Where's Your Trousers
I just come 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?
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