Simples..

The red,the red,
It burns my eyes.
We were once the colour of the sky's,
I hope and pray that we're not through,
from playing in our sacred blue.

The man who pay's, the tune he'd call,
to stop us going to the wall.
The hue he chose, we liked the least
to satisfy the Asian East.

But I will follow us in red
it's a stand in colour when all is done and said.

To this club we belong,
to keep on singing the Cardiff song,
With echo's of fans come and gone
to keep tradition moving on.

Shout Bluebirds when we see the team
they will not break us at the seam,
As one day, I will hope and pray,
The Cardiff blue will be back to stay.

Simples!

The red,the red,
It burns my eyes.
We were once the colour of the sky's,
I hope and pray that we're not through,
from playing in our sacred blue.

The man who pay's, the tune he'd call,
to stop us going to the wall.
The hue he chose, we liked the least
to satisfy the Asian East.

But I will follow us in red
it's a stand in colour when all is done and said.

To this club we belong,
to keep on singing the Cardiff song,
With echo's of fans come and gone
to keep tradition moving on.

Shout Bluebirds when we see the team
they will not break us at the seam,
As one day, I will hope and pray,
The Cardiff blue will be back to stay.

Simples!

Uncle Fester waxing lyrical...............nice.

The red,the red,
It burns my eyes.
We were once the colour of the sky's,
I hope and pray that we're not through,
from playing in our sacred blue.

The man who pay's, the tune he'd call,
to stop us going to the wall.
The hue he chose, we liked the least
to satisfy the Asian East.

But I will follow us in red
it's a stand in colour when all is done and said.

To this club we belong,
to keep on singing the Cardiff song,
With echo's of fans come and gone
to keep tradition moving on.

Shout Bluebirds when we see the team
they will not break us at the seam,
As one day, I will hope and pray,
The Cardiff blue will be back to stay.

Simples!

Uncle Fester waxing lyrical...............nice.

Day off Nobber, 4 cans of bow, build up to the game, sitting in the house......

Are we there yet steve.

The red,the red,
It burns my eyes.
We were once the colour of the sky's,
I hope and pray that we're not through,
from playing in our sacred blue.

The man who pay's, the tune he'd call,
to stop us going to the wall.
The hue he chose, we liked the least
to satisfy the Asian East.

But I will follow us in red
it's a stand in colour when all is done and said.

To this club we belong,
to keep on singing the Cardiff song,
With echo's of fans come and gone
to keep tradition moving on.

Shout Bluebirds when we see the team
they will not break us at the seam,
As one day, I will hope and pray,
The Cardiff blue will be back to stay.

Simples!

Uncle Fester waxing lyrical...............nice.

Day off Nobber, 4 cans of bow, build up to the game, sitting in the house......

Nice one Steve, good to see you keeping mellow.