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 [bad word] 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