Being a City fan has no measure
Often more heartache than pleasure
Got off the mark in eighty seven
Kieran Myers showed us heaven
The Cross was packed in ninety one
Tom McNulty spoiled our fun
The holy grail was ninety three
With the great Noel O’Mahony
More silver came in ninety five
We beat Dundalk, in their own dive
We won the cup in ninety eight
Derek Coughlan popped up late
despair again in ninety nine
Pats they pipped us at the line
We did win League Cup no. 3
Hartigol filled us with glee
This century, starved of success
2nd places, bridesmaids dress
We ran Shels close in zero four
Its not enough, we wanted more
Its zero five and we’re on the brink
Its enough to drive us all to drink
We stand together, all as one
We have faith, our time has come
