All good little Trojans should brush up on fucla Fight Song this night.

High up in the hills of Westwood
Sprawled offensive to the eye
Lies a Cal extension campus
Known as Westwood High
(High! High! High!)
Home of all the Bruin bear cubs
UGLY is its name
The student body’s vile
The football team’s a pile
and the campus is a shame!

U (clap clap clap)
G (clap clap clap)
L (clap clap clap)
Y (clap clap clap)
U-G-L-Y
Eat My Shorts!

Now, the elusive (and offensive) verse #2 and even lesser known #3. Personally, I know verse #2 too. No, I did not make this shit up.

Bruins are a bunch of f*****s [rhymes with maggots…] Song girls are a bunch of sluts
When they spread their legs so wide
they look like garbage trucks
(Good food! NOT!)
When we all go up to Westwood
Bruins are so gay
Each bruin in the band
his unit in his hand
will whack the night away!

U (Whack! Whack! Whack!)
G (Whack! Whack! Whack!)
L (Whack! Whack! Whack!)
Y (Whack! Whack! Whack!)
U-G-L-Y
Eat My Shorts! [or suck my…you know…]

In the locker room at halftime
Bruins give each other head
They congratulate the coach
by taking him to bed
When the bruins break the huddle
Pants will come back up
Each bruin on the squad
will surely shoot his wad
right in [enter quarterback’s name] mouth!

Fight on, Trojans!