Sons of Westwood
We are Sons of Westwood
And we hail the blue and gold;
True to thee our hearts will be
Our love will not grow old.
Bruins roam the hills of Westwood
By the blue Pacific shore;
And when they chance to see
Their team near victory
Every Bruin starts to roar:
U-C-L-A, UCLA fight fight fight! |
The Mighty Bruins
We are the Mighty Bruins,
the best team in the West,
we're marching on to victory,
to conquer all the rest.
We are the Mighty Bruins,
triumphant evermore,
and you can hear, from far and near, the Mighty Bruin roar!
U rah rah rah rah! C rah rah rah rah!
L rah rah rah rah! A rah rah rah rah!
UCLA FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!
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Hail to the Hills of Westwood
Hail to the Hills of Westwood,
to the mighty sea below,
Hail to our Alma Mater,
she will conquer ev'ry foe,
for we're loyal to the Southland,
her honor we'll uphold,
we'll gladly give our hearts to thee,
to the Blue and to the Gold.
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