*honk* Woo! Go my favorite sports team!

... *honk honk* Yeah! They scored a goal-unit! *honk* Beat the opponents... soundly... (Brian Reagan)

O Holy War! The stadium’s quickly filling,
To see our fight with the school from up North.
Long may Max Hall pass forwardly to Collie,
Or Pitta, Reed—yes our ball shall go forth.
They’ll dodge past defense, no- we’ll never stumble,
We’ll crush their dreams of busting BCS.
Fall on your knees! Oh see how the Utes crumble!
Go fourth & 18! We’ll live the dream & take back the Mountain West.

Led by the light, we heed the Word of Wisdom—
From coffee, tea, drugs, & beer—we refrain.
But at the U they think that it is all dumb,
So they’ll be drunk when they come to the game.
Our linebackers are nice and cleanly shaven,
While all their players look like girly men—
Dreads to their knees, they’re just a bunch of cavemen!
Oh please, just learn to shave! & be behaved, for you know we will win!

Bronco has taught them to show no compassion,
His word is law, and the Cougs shall obey.
Ne’er will their Offense see so little action,
Our D will make sure that we win today.
Sweet hymns of joy, our fight song chorus raise we, With all our hearts we praise the white and blue!
Mountain West Champs! Oh how we love a 3-peat!
Ra Ra, RaRaRa Ra! Go Cougars! Go BYU!
Ra Ra, RaRaRa Ra! Go Cougars! Go BYU!