Bluebirds Flying High Songtext

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)