UCLA

Lyrics

[CHORUS] LINE ’EM UP! Eleven— LINE ’EM UP! LINE ’EM UP! Eleven— LINE ’EM UP! Put eleven on that field— LINE ’EM UP! We got eleven right here— LINE ’EM UP! Blue and gold. Side by side. Shoulder to shoulder. LINE ’EM UP! Eleven men. One job. LINE ’EM UP! We don’t care who coming. LINE ’EM UP! We don’t care where we playing. LINE ’EM UP! Home. Road. Rain. Cold. LINE ’EM UP! Eleven against eleven. That’s all we need. LINE ’EM UP! ⸻ [POST-CHORUS — CROWD] U! C! L! A! WHO WANT IT? WE WANT IT! WHO READY? WE READY! THEN LINE ’EM UP! ELEVEN—LINE ’EM UP! ⸻ [VERSE 1] Put the ball down. That’s where the talking stops. No rankings out here. No predictions. No social media. Just football. Helmet strapped. Mouthpiece in. Hand in the dirt. Look across that line. That’s your assignment. Handle it. They bring pressure— stand in it. They bring speed— match it. They bring power— meet it. Four quarters. Sixty minutes. Nobody asking for easy. We came for the fight. Because Saturday don’t care what somebody said about you Monday. Saturday wants proof. So line ’em up. ⸻ [CHORUS] LINE ’EM UP! Eleven— LINE ’EM UP! LINE ’EM UP! Eleven— LINE ’EM UP! Put eleven on that field— LINE ’EM UP! We got eleven right here— LINE ’EM UP! Blue and gold. Side by side. LINE ’EM UP! Eleven men. One job. LINE ’EM UP! ⸻ [VERSE 2] This is bigger than one name. Bigger than one player. Bigger than one Saturday. Everybody got a job. Quarterback— command it. Running back— hit it. Receivers— go get it. O-line— move ’em. Defense— close the door. Front seven— bring pressure. Secondary— nothing deep. Special teams— flip the field. Nobody watching the scoreboard. Next play. Nobody worried about the last mistake. Next play. Third and one? Line ’em up. Goal line? Line ’em up. Fourth quarter? Line ’em up. Game on the line? LINE. THEM. UP. ⸻ [BRIDGE — BEAT DROPS OUT] (Low heartbeat.) They got eleven? Good. We got eleven. They came to win? Good. So did we. No speeches now. No promises. No excuses. Just put the football down… And— LINE ’EM UP! ⸻ [BEAT DROP / CROWD] ELEVEN! LINE ’EM UP! ELEVEN! LINE ’EM UP! BLUE! GOLD! BLUE! GOLD! U! C! L! A! UCLA! ⸻ [VERSE 3] Westwood built us. Pasadena hear us. When that tunnel opens, we coming. Not one. Not two. Eleven. And behind those eleven— a whole sideline. Behind that sideline— a whole stadium. Behind that stadium— generations of Bruins. So when you wear those four letters, understand what you’re carrying. U-C-L-A. Don’t talk about toughness. Show it. Don’t talk about brotherhood. Live it. Don’t talk about winning. Earn it. Snap by snap. Yard by yard. Saturday by Saturday. New chapter. Same standard. And whoever standing on the other side— we got one question. ⸻ [SILENCE] You got eleven? … Bring ’em. ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS — ENTIRE STADIUM] LINE ’EM UP! Eleven— LINE ’EM UP! LINE ’EM UP! Eleven— LINE ’EM UP! They got eleven— LINE ’EM UP! WE GOT ELEVEN— LINE ’EM UP! Blue and gold— LINE ’EM UP! Bruin pride— LINE ’EM UP! Rose Bowl— LINE ’EM UP! LOS ANGELES— LINE ’EM UP! WHO WANT it? LINE ’EM UP! WHO WANT it? LINE ’EM UP! ELEVEN! LINE ’EM UP! ELEVEN! LINE ’EM UP! U! C! L! A! (808 hits) LINE ’EM UP.