fighting the songs

All will forgive me, but triggered by something on a pre-season ViQ game, I must record some song parodies. Looked a little on the 'net, but this is really all from memory, since what I find on the 'net is insufficiently bastardized or otherwise incomplete.

To the tune of "Sons of the Stanford Red"

Sons of the wealthy few
Fight for your four-hole buicks
Fight for a dame with a social name
Who wants to get her kicks, rah, rah, rah
Fight for just a few
Oil wells to see us through
Checkbook to checkbook, diamond studs
Sons of the wealthy few!

And the very famous anthem in honor of the linear accelerator:

Where the rolling foothills rise
Up towards mountains higher
There's a tube three miles long
Spewing flame and fire
Burning hot and searing
And we stand about it cheering
Thee, the sterilizer!

From Page Mill Road to Half Moon Bay
There's no fear
Free love is here!
We're all sterile and we say
Hail, gamma ray
Hail, gamma ray!

Well, those are the modern songs from the late fifties. Now for the real oldies:

The dirty golden bear
Is losing all his hair
His teeth are out
He's got the gout
He don't know what it's all about
His eyes are made of glass
He's losing all his class
So down with California
The golden bear is . . . . (what? on his ass?)

Help appreciated.

And the last, in the golden tones of Glenn Soares:

The Cardinals be damned, boys
The Cardinals be damned.
The Cardinals be damned, boys
The Cardinals be damned
And any dirty son-of-a-bitch
Don't like the gold and blue,
He can pucker up his rosy lips
And doo-tee-doo-tee-doo.

Always wondered what the rest was. At least now I can guess, but still not sure.