We are the 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 if by chance they see
a man from USC, every Bruin starts to roar!

U rah rah rah rah,
C rah rah rah rah,
L rah rah rah rah,
A rah rah rah rah

U. C. L. A FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!