Bluebirds Flying High lyrics - James Fox

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

We are Cardiff City
And we’re going to Wembley
Watch the Bluebirds Flying High
Paint the Cup in blue and white

Fade out.