Verse 1
I've just come down from the Isle of Lewis,
Where my mother was born, what a treat it is!
And all the world shout as I go by,
"Donald, happy eightieth, you're still on the rise!"
Chorus
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go,
All the folks say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your troosers?"
Verse 2
From Queens to the White House, what a grand old ball,
Deals were slippery but I never did fall,
Built towers tall, stood proud and tall,
'Cause I had nae on my troosers! (Just winning!)
Chorus
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go,
All the folks say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your troosers?"
Verse 3
Now I went down to Washington town,
Had some fun turning the world around,
The leaders turned their heads around,
Saying, "Donald, where are your troosers?"
Chorus
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go,
All the folks say, "Hello!
Donald, where's your troosers?"
Verse 4
To wear the kilt is my delight,
From Lewis roots to the spotlight,
The Highland spirit burns so bright,
No trousers needed on this birthday night!
Final Verse / Outro
The people cheer me, every one,
Let them join the birthday celebration fun,
You canna stop a fighter who's eighty and done,
Happy Birthday, Donald — no troosers!
@MediaSOI In the Yorkshire countryside , near Skipton, last night I was puzzled by the number of cars parking in the village with groups of young Asian men in ceremonial clothing jumping out and going for a walk. Now I know what they were up to. Sheep rustling.
@SimonFoxWriter Have a look at my profile. I post links to my YouTube Christian Country songs. The latest, "Salt and Light (One Hand on the Bible)" is pinned to my profile.