'I went down to London town<quoted text>
"The things that you think will keep you sane
Are the things thatíll surely tear you down
An empty shot glass, a pocket full of pills
Until the love of a strange girl just donít seem real
aní When the man in the mirror becomes a blur
All youíre left with are hangovers and memories of her"
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned around, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?">>
Let the wind blow high
let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "HELLO"!
Donald, where's your trousers:)'