So many jokes so many sneers,
and all those oh so nears,
ware you down through the years,
but I still see that tackle by Peake and when Gallagher scored,
Killer belting the ball and Nuddy dancing,
three spires in the sky,
FA Cup still gleaming,
35 years of hurt,
Mogga's got me dreaming,
We're going home,
We're going home,
We're going....
City are going home.....
So many jokes so many sneers,
and all those oh so nears,
ware you down through the years,
but I still see that tackle by Peake and when Gallagher scored,
Killer belting the ball and Nuddy dancing,
three spires in the sky,
FA Cup still gleaming,
35 years of hurt,
Mogga's got me dreaming,
We're going home,
We're going home,
We're going....
City are going home.....
There was a young man called Juggernaught,
Who was angered by poems and thought,
He said get a life,
While sharpenin his knife,
Ironically with an IQ and intelligence o' nought.