Now that the 'Who's it gonna be?' saga is over, I thought we should come up with some Malky themed songs to welcome in the new era. Here's my effort: Malky Mackay's magic, He wears a magic hat, ...and when he signed for Cardiff, He said "I fancy that" He could have stayed at Watford, and struggled in the league, but he signed for Cardiff City 'coz he wanted to succeed. Ohhhhhhhh.....
To Barry Manilows Copacobana His name is Malky, He was at Watford, then he travelled quite far west, and he saw that we were best, He wanted Bellamy, He wanted premier league, and while he tried to resist the charm, Gethin always gets his man!
Don't ask to me recall the words but we had one for him to the tune of the Adams Family. If you are that interested, go on to our board and ask, I am sure someone will be able to tell you
Malky is an alchy your players will like that, he thinks hes gonna save you cos hes a ****ing twat !!! Ohhhhh
Another soap dodging, brain dead pikey obssessed with CCFC..................**** off and pay your rent window licker.
BP my little blue cousin, couldnt resist it ! Aber very poor sure you can do better than that ?... Hope you join us next year so we can finaly do the double over you .... dont be a stranger now ok !
To the tune of the Ralph Mctell classic How can you tell me you're a Bluebird And say, for you, that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of Cardiff I'll show you something to make you change your mind MALKY! MALKY!
I guess it was a matter of time before the West End Girls showed up so here goes My Old Man's a Dustbin Malky went to Swansea and laughed at what he saw "look at all those empty seats, there...and there...and more" He jumped back into his car and turned the thing around ...and headed back to Cardiff to a packed BLUE ARMY ground
Malky Bar Kid tune... Malky Mackay is big and tough And only Cardiff was good enough! He signed the deal, to build a squad, Malky Mackay's a football god!
Just to help Pikey FC out FREEBORN MAN OF THE TRAVELLING PEOPLE I am a freeborn man of the traveling people Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered Country lanes and byways were always my ways Never fancied being lumbered O we knew the woods, all the resting places And the small birds sang when wintertime was over Then we'd pack our load and be on the road They were good old times for the rover There was open ground where a man could linger Stay a week or two for time was not your master Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog Nice and easy, no need to go faster Now and then you'd meet up with other travelers Hear the news or else swap family information At the country fairs, we'd be meeting there All the people of the traveling nation Perhaps your 15000 fans at the council house could sing that next season
"Stay a week or two for time was not your master Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog, "Even more appropriate sounds like swansea managers"
To the tune of wake up sleepy Jean C'mon Malky Mackay You know what it means You are our new football manager Here to fulfil our dreeeams
They just can't help themselves can they? They're here that often we should start charging rent...oh wait, what am I thinking?
