(Praise The Lord For) Struan Wardlaw

Praise the Lord for, Struan Wardlaw

Turning forty, happy birthday, you’re a stalwart

Looking fresh, like the breeze out on the north shore

Got me cookin, throw the ring of fire in Mordor

Into the presence of the Lord, he gently leads us,

How can I repay this man, he taught me to love Jesus,

Showing us that knowing Him is where we find our freedom,

I’m a son, of the King, created for a reason

Praise the Lord for, Struan Wardlaw

Turning forty, happy birthday, you’re a stalwart

Looking fresh, like the breeze out on the north shore

Got me cookin, throw the ring of fire in Mordor

He came all of the way from Australia

I guess he wanted to be somewhere rainier

I tell you, ain’t many folk that are brainier but

Penguins are better than Tim tams

Come on man

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Praise the Lord for, Struan Wardlaw

Turning forty, happy birthday, you’re a stalwart

Looking fresh, like the breeze out on the north shore

Got me cookin, throw the ring of fire in Mordor

Praise the Lord

Happy birthday mate