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apb flew in for mj uk 2008 from sweden - how's that for dedication? he brought his pal tomas with him. tomas is swedish - he speaks english with a scottish accent - cutest thing i ever heard! anyway ... this is for them and all the others who spent time in the house of shiny lights over the weekend - mwah xoxo
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Well, I just come down from the isle of sky
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
The lasses shout as I go by "donald, where's your troosers?"
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?
A lassie took me to the ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I would fall
Cause I was'nae wearin' troosers
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?
To wear the kilt is my delight
I'm never wrong 'cause I'm always right
The highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me wearin' troosers
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?
Well, I was drivin' in my car
Went downtown to kenny's bar
Fifteen scotches, five cigars
And I left without my troosers
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?
Big kazoo finish - LOL ;)
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
The lasses shout as I go by "donald, where's your troosers?"
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?
A lassie took me to the ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I would fall
Cause I was'nae wearin' troosers
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?
To wear the kilt is my delight
I'm never wrong 'cause I'm always right
The highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me wearin' troosers
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?
Well, I was drivin' in my car
Went downtown to kenny's bar
Fifteen scotches, five cigars
And I left without my troosers
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?
Big kazoo finish - LOL ;)
















































Roxylee
Caro, you're a one-woman band, and it's delightful when you post a song for us. Did donald ever find his troosers? Love the kazoo, as always.
XOXOXO