You came to Cardiff with hopes and dreams, like many here before you.
You riches were great and promises fair,no fan could not ignore you.
But something's just were not enough,a change we must endeavour,
A hand was forced,the colour was new,not blue nor was it clever.
Despite your efforts,intentions and plans ,happy home you do not have,
You've lost much face,and fans a like,from acting like some chav.
You could've been adored,a messiah amongst rest,
But you couldn't see past your own nose, with your trousers on your chest.
We would've followed Vincent ,to the very end,
But you've fucked yourself and us,so here's the message we'd like to send.
You may not care about us,our or club while it is that,
We will be here forever,but you won't you little tw*t.