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California Indian Song (top)
Written in 1907 (?) by Harold W. Bingham; arranged by Robert O. Briggs. © UC Regents. All Rights Reserved.
We are fighting Californians
For the Gold and Blue;
We are starting on a warpath
For a scalp or two.
Our blood's up and simply boiling,
What can Stanfurd do?
We are starting on a warpath
For a scalp or two. Soooo...
(Chorus)
We're going to scalp you Stanfurd,
We're going to scalp you Blue!
We're going to with your tomahawk
We stole from you. Rah! Rah! Rah!
All 'round our belts we'll hang them
To show all our friends who's dead;
We're going to carve some blockheads
Whose scalps are red.
We are hotfoot after Stanfurd,
Camping on her trail;
With our tomahawk before us,
We can never fail.
Getting ready for the war dance, All our warriors true;
We are putting on our war paint,
Royal Gold and Blue. Forrrr...
(Chorus)
Originally written as "California Indian Song" by Harold W. Bingham in 1907, the song was reborn as "Gold and Blue" in 2013. The song is based on the traditional rivalry between the Cal Bears and the Stanfurd Indian (before the Stanfurd mascot was deemed offensive to Native Americans and changed to the Cardinal). Bingham brought the song to Brick Morse's Glee Club, and according to Morse, they "sang it in the club with an Indian dance and it was always a hit." The Band's current arrangement includes only the chorus and the lyrics were officially changed in 2013. The now unplayed verses mimic an Indian war chant.
Gold and Blue (top)
Written in 1907 (?) by Harold W. Bingham; arranged by Robert O. Briggs. © UC Regents. All Rights Reserved.
We're going to beat you Stanfurd,
We're going to beat you Blue!
We're going to use the battle axe
we took from you. Rah! Rah! Rah!
Down on The Farm we'll end them,
fighting with spirit true;
We're going show them winners
wear Gold and Blue!
Originally written as "California Indian Song" by Harold W. Bingham in 1907, the song was reborn as "Gold and Blue" in 2013. The song is based on the traditional rivalry between the Cal Bears and the Stanfurd Indian (before the Stanfurd mascot was deemed offensive to Native Americans and changed to the Cardinal). Bingham brought the song to Brick Morse's Glee Club, and according to Morse, they "sang it in the club with an Indian dance and it was always a hit." The Band's current arrangement includes only the chorus and the lyrics were officially changed in 2013. The now unplayed verses mimic an Indian war chant.
Stanfurd Jonah (top)
Written in 1913 by Ted E. Haley; arranged by Robert O. Briggs. © UC Regents. All Rights Reserved.
When the training days are done,
And the Big Game’s just begun,
And there’s music in the air;
When our team runs on the field,
Stanfurd knows her fate is sealed,
For the Golden Bear has left his lair.
When the yells from lusty throats,
Start to getting Stanfurd’s goat,
And the rooting section seems a howling mob, Hey! Hey!
Then you grab your hat and shout,
You let folks know you’re about,
For you know that Stanfurd Jonah’s on the job.
So…then… it’s…
Up with the Blue and Gold,
Down with the Red;
California’s out for a victory.
We’ll drop our battle-axe on
Stanfurd’s head, Chop!
When we meet her, our team will surely beat her.
Down on the Stanfurd Farm there’ll be no sound,
When our Oski rips through the air.
Like our friend Mister Jonah,
Stanfurd’s team will be found
In the tummy of the Golden Bear!
“The Stanfurd Jonah” was written in 1913 by Ted E. Haley for the annual song contest held by the Daily Californian, but that year the song lost to Williams’ and McLaren’s “Big C.” “The Stanfurd Jonah” got its break in 1914, however, when the Glee Club traveled to Europe. The Glee Club learned the song en route, and performed it during their tour. As a result, “The Stanfurd Jonah” became popular and won the annual song competition that year. It has since become one of the more popular Cal Songs, and it is particularly popular during Big Game week.
The tune appears to be unoriginal. The author of this report is aware of versions of this song at Georgia Tech and the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis. Since Cal and Georgia Tech have had very few meetings, there is speculation that Georgia Tech may have acquired the tune after the 1929 Cal vs. Georgia Tech Rose Bowl.
Fight 'Em (top)
Written in 1915 by I. B. Kornblum and H. E. Kowalski. © UC Regents. All Rights Reserved.
Down from the North
Comes the Purple and Gold
To skin our Golden Bear
Washington's 'leven will never hold
The charge of our mighty Bear.
Our team on the field
Has a line of steel,
And every man is game;
When the strength
of the Blue and Gold, they feel,
Those North men will be tame.
So fight, fight, fight, fight,
Fight, fight, fight, fight,
FIGHT! for the Blue and the Gold;
And the team on the field
WIll not bend break or yield
And will fight like Big "C" teams of old.
And every time they buck the line,
We're sure our team will hold.
For victory means fame
For California's name,
So fight, fight, fight 'em California!
“Fight ‘Em” was written by I. B. Kornblum with lyrics by H. E. Kowalski for the 1915 Big Game. The only difference that year was that Big Game was played against the University of Washington instead of Stanfurd because Stanfurd had chosen to return to competitive play in rugby. Known then as “Down From the North,” “Fight ‘Em” was an immediate hit with the student body. In 1919, football relations were reestablished with Stanfurd, so “Fight ‘Em” was only played for rallies and games with Washington. Though rarely played anymore, the Cal Band has pulled out “Fight ‘Em” for recent contests with the Washington Huskies, but unfortunately, the student body no longer recognizes the significance of the song.
Sons of Westwood (top)
Written in 1913 by Harold P. Williams and N. Loyall McLaren, words by U$C Marching Band. © UC Regents. All Rights Reserved.
High up in the hills of Westwood
Sprawled offensive to the eye
Lies a Cal extension campus known as Westwood High (High! High! High!)
Home of all the Bruin bearcubs
UGLY is its name
The student body's vile
The football team's a pile
and the campus is a shame!
U!
G!
LLLLLL!
Y!
U! G! L! Y! Eat My Shorts!
(Repeat)
Written by the U$C Marching Band, sung to the tune of Big C.
The Awesome Bruins (top)
Written by Bill Conti, words by Robert A. Collins and Ruchard Vincent Lamb. © UC Regents. All Rights Reserved.
We are the awesome Bruins
The awesome Bruin band,
We bought our awesome uniforms
at awesome Disneyland.
Our marching is like, boring,
Our playing is like, bland.
You cannot hear,
From far or near,
The awesome Bruin Band!
U!
G!
LLLLLL!
Y!
U! G! L! Y! Eat My Shorts!
We are the marching Bruins,
The dullest in the West.
For a cure for insomnia,
Our halftime shows are best!
Our playing is like, boring,
Our marching is like corps.
So you can hear,
From far and near,
Our student section snore!
Written by Robert A. Collins and Richard Vincent Lamb, sung to the tune of Mighty Bruins.
By (top)
Written in 1948 by Thomas V. Beall, words by the University of California Marching Band. © UC Regents. All Rights Reserved.
By the old pathetic sprawling city,
Lies a campus that we all to pity.
So we sing this cheerful little ditty,
Mighty stewin' RUINED Bruin!
California, Southern Campus,
Land of try again.
Where the women all do vamp us,
And so do the men, say fellas!
Bruin bear let fly thy hanky,
Reefer jag untold.
You better score a touchdown,
Or Chippy will spank you
Baby Blue and Gold
Written by the University of California Marching Band, sung to the tune of By the Old Pacific’s Rolling Waters.
“By the Old Pacific’s Rolling Waters” (known more simply as “By”), written by Thomas V. Beall, is one of Cal’s more colorful songs. Written as a fight song for Ucla in the 1940’s, it was originally known as “Rally Song” and “Mighty Bruin Bear.” In earlier years, it was not uncommon for rival schools to play each other’s songs; when an opposing band was unable to attend a Cal home game, the Cal Band would often face the opposing team’s fans and play their fight song. Quite likely, “By” may have initially become part of the repertoire in this way.
Foul On, for old $C,
Play football here, we pay the best.
We buy each victory.
Last week we bought the referee.
No need to enroll,
Education's never our goal,
Play Here!
Foul On, for old $C,
The halfback wants his salary.
The ends have all been fired;
They've been no good since they've been hired.
No need to enroll,
Education's never our goal,
Play Here!
Foul On, for old $C,
We had to pay the referee.
The ends refuse to play,
Until they get a raise in pay.
No need to enroll,
Education's never our goal,
Play Here!
Sung to the tune of Fight On.
Here’s to Cactus Jack boys
the dirty son of a bitch
I hope he dies of clap and syph combined with
seven year itch
and when he’s old and feeble
a syphillitic wreck
may his spine fall through his asshole and
break his fuckin’ neck
(Chorus)
The Cardinal be damned boys the
Cardinal be damned
The Cardinal be damned boys the
Cardinal be damned
If any Stanfurd son of a bitch
Don’t like the blue and gold
He can pucker up his rosy lips
And kiss the Bear’s asshole
Here’s to Troy Taylor boys
the dirty son of a bitch
I hope he dies of syphilis
combined with seven year itch
If you take his prick as radius
and project his balls in space
you can prove by laws of limits
that his asshole is his face
(Chorus)
Come California coeds and
Listen well to me
Don’t ever let a Stanfurd man an inch above your knee
He’ll take you down to Menlo
And fill you with gin fizz
And once the night is over
Your maidenhood is his
(Chorus)
If ever we find a Stanfurd man
Within our sacred walls
We’ll take him down to Sather Gate
And amputate his balls
And if that doesn’t fix him
I’ll tell you what we’ll do
We’ll stuff his ass with broken glass
And seal it up with glue
(Chorus)
Harvard’s run by Princeton
And Princeton’s run by Yale
Yale is run by Vassar
And Vassar’s run by tail
From what we hear of Stanfurd
They run it off by hand
Oh the masturbating bastards
Are the assholes of the land
(Chorus)
Twas a warm November 20th in 1982
The Stanfurd band was on the field
they thought the Bear was through
But the clock read just four seconds
but we kept the ball alive
And said “eat shit you Stanfurdites it’s twenty-twenty five”
(Chorus)
The Stanfurd Hoover Tower is the
biggest prick of all
But like the fuckin’ Stanfurdites the
tower’s got no balls
The farm boys are assholes who think
that they’ve got class
But they can take that giant cock of
theirs and shove it up their ass
(Chorus)
Oh the farm is full of jerk-offs,
they’re steeped in shameful bliss
They pucker up to toilets and give the bowl a kiss
They mount each other doggy style each brother with his sis
Then they all go to Hoover Town to
drink each other’s piss
(Chorus)
Oh Stanfurd has the money
the students always pass
It’s damn a good thing or else the
football team would have to go to class
The farm girls are so grotesque their
cum is red and white
The farm boys are all hard up
they fuck themselves all night
(Chorus)
I’m just a whore from Stanfurd I’ll fuck for fifty cents
I’ll lay my ass upon the grass
my pants upon the fence
I’ll lick your slimy belly,
I’ll suck your cock with glee
But get off my back you son of a bitch
if you’re from USC
(Chorus)
If I had a little girl I’d dress her all in green
And send her down to Menlo
just to coach the Stanfurd team
But if I had a little boy I’d dress him all in blue
And he’d yell “To hell with Stanfurd”
like his daddy used to do
(Chorus)
Down in Shallow Alto
Their mascot is a tree
just the kind of thing on which a bear would like to pee
He'll bend it over backwards
and fill its face with piss
Just to let the Cardinal know that this territory's his
(Chorus)
If I had a prick of steel and balls of shining brass
I’d find a marble statue and ram it up her ass
I’d breed a race of giants who’d roam throughout the land
Just to swell the mighty chorus of the Cardinal Be Damned!
(Chorus)
Sung to Wrambling Wreck from Georgia Tech.
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