From the tables down at Mory's, to the place where Louie dwelt To the dear old Temple Bar we love so well Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high And the magic of their singing cast a spell
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well "Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last We'll pass and be forgotten with the rest
We're poor little lambs who've lost our way Baa, baa, baa We're little black sheep who've gone astray Baa, baa, baa
Gentleman songsters off on a spree Doomed from here to eternity Oh Lord have mercy on such as we Baa, baa, baa
Gentleman songsters off on a spree Doomed from here to eternity Oh Lord have mercy on such as we Baa, baa, baa Baa, baa, baa