James Fox - Bluebirds Flying High

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We still talk about it
The City was in heaven
When we took the Cup from England
Back in 1927
But we’re ready for a new tale
At the helm is Peter Ridsdale
Though the other teams are wishing
David Jones is on a mission
From the Canton to the Grange End
Let it roar…
We are Cardiff City
And we’re going to Wembley
Watch the Bluebirds Flying High
Paint the Cup in blue and white
We are Cardiff City
And we’re going to Wembley
We’ve been knocking on the door
For 80 years or more
With Parry, Rae and Ledley
The outcome seems so likely
Little Rambo’s like a tank
Scoring goals there’s Hasselbaink
Glenn & Roger guard the back door
And Capaldi’s throw is top draw
Whitts and Thommo dynamite
Kev and Trev are full of fight
From the Grandstand to the Bob Bank
Let it roar…
We are Cardiff City
And we’re going to Wembley
Watch the Bluebirds Flying High
Paint the Cup in blue and white
We are Cardiff City
And we’re going to Wembley
We’ve been knocking on the door
For 80 years or more
Oh I’ll be there
With a little pick and shovel
Oh I’ll be there
If it hinges on the spot kick
I know Enkelman will save it
And I’m sure we will prevail
Give the Cup to Steve McPhail
We are Cardiff City
And we’re going to Wembley
Watch the Bluebirds Flying High
Paint the Cup in blue and white
We are Cardiff City
And we’re going to Wembley
We’ve been knocking on the door
For 80 years or more
(Fade out)