For Donald Jack, with a nod to Clock and Wolf. Transistor radio amp, 3 string guitar by Stacey (Keith).
BTW long absence, ah know, re me and Shuggy Dylan . But Shuggy fell of his pushbike, and broke a nail. been recuperating etc.
Donald Where's Yer Troosers
1.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
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets in a kilt I go
All the lasses shout hello
Donald where's yer troosers?
2.I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was a feared that I may fall
Because I hadnae on ma trousers
3.I said to ma big pal Donald jack
Better behave or you’ll get a whack
Leave that sheep , and put its mother back
And please put oan yer trousers
4.I said to ma good old Buddy Clock
Hide yer Wolf when ah walk round the block
Ah’m a bit worried about ma poor wee cock
For ah hivenae got oan ma trousers